I shalt pop some tags, only possess
20 shillings within my pocket.
readding -thoug hts:
I Not Iamjoe... Do Not Accept...
These tags I' ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my and manhood path [felate
when lofty furs I purchase fora cent.
Thy gra napa' s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question' s moot.
I' ll never give my coin to crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden lent
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Lolita ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I' ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
h/ macklemore, "Thrift Shoppe"
Crying with laughter"
ITS IN PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW
THIS IS WHAT ENGLISH LIT IS FOR.