Tag Archives: Broetry

I can’t help it if you’ve looked like an angel
ever since you turned 18 (and just before,
too, God help me). You’re only four years younger
than me, but at 2 a.m. when I’m online,
your website makes me feel like a creep.

But I’m okay with that, I think. The problem
comes when I’m at a bar and get too drunk and
sing along to “Love Story” or that “Our Song”
song, and all my friends yell “Dude! You’re gay!”
‘cus singing teen-girl country is wrong.

But I’m okay with that, too, I guess. The real
issue to be addressed is when I’m sober
with no excuse. Today at the grocery
store I almost bought that CosmoGirl but caught
myself (I do have your Women’s Health).

Marry me, Juliet. You’ll never have to
hate my truck, I can’t drive stick (I know, fucked up).
And I don’t even like country, but you’re still
the reason for the teardrops on my laptop.
What’s Tim McGraw got that I don’t got?

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*Ode to Taylor Swift is actually a poem from my first book, Broetry,** but since today is T-Swift’s 22nd birthday,*** I thought it would be fitting to put it up here. Happy birthday, Taylor!
**Broetry would make a GREAT Christmas present for basically anyone alive, so you should go buy some copies for everyone you love, and some people you don’t love. Complete strangers, even.
***Other notable December 13th birthdays: Dartmouth College (242), Heinrich Heine (214), Mary Todd Lincoln (193), Dick Van Dyke (86), Christopher Plummer (82), Steve Buscemi (54), and Jamie Foxx (44). Yay, birth!