This turned up on a stuck train. The noise of just a few idiots making telephone calls into the voice is deafening in a small space. Google phones have become a shibboleth for the twat community.


I see you
Babbling hipster polysyllables into
Your Android Tophet
Neck exposed, scarf hanging loose
I am behind you
With a stately crotch buzz I produce
My shivering weapon
Barely breathing, heart below thunder
My judgement will be exacted:
I whip my flaccid wing-wang around
Your artfully stubbled throat, sighing.
Call terminated, smiling little robot.
Last hiss, Chinese burns
Skin on skin
Eye bulge pushes off black-rimmed glasses
I lean into the blessed silence
Cooling drool on my elastic scrotum
No one seems to care.


Hipster Hitler might be the greatest thing in the world.