(inspired by this article: http://www.forbes.com/sites/michaelellsberg/2012/01/18/tucker-max-gives-up-the-game/)


Tucker Max
I imagine you in a pile of corpses
Full of half-grown-out weaves
Blonde
Too shiny
Barbie hair
And you look sad
As you eat one more french fry

Dude ISO Wife
Must be hot
Not too hot
C cup
I mean I only care about your feelings
I want you to care about mine

Let’s go into the bookstore
I can see myself on a display
I’m only wearing this baseball cap
To avoid the inevitable high fives
You will smell like Tresor standing next to me
I will see myself
Chins
Defiant

And after we get home
You will hold me when I cry
And not call me a fag