Sometimes I catch myself wishing I were popular; then I remember how much work it is, being likable for others’ sakes, and I say, nah—fuck that, I’ve done my time as a people pleaser. I don’t have time to waste constructing saccharine façades for carb-counting contemporaries who can’t kick the fake sweets. And here’s a secret: I’m not nice, and I don’t wake up in the morning with a song in my heart. If I did, it would be a blues number. As Hound Dog Taylor would say, “Gimme back my wig, honey let your head go bald.”
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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