What if we had an anthology collection of all our poetry published:
The Cabal Chronicles.
But ... we’d have to go on the slam poetry circuit, performing as a group. We’d be sure to run into laureate Jack, bouncing back on the scene with her debut of ‘Y’All Up in My Niche’.
It ain't my fault y'all are right up in my niche
Gotta blame it on my quiche
Chickpea curry with tinned peach, baby
Jack's nauseating antics over the weekend left me feeling numb. Banging on beyond relentlessly about her mysterious ouchy mouth and aligning herself, like some unthinking parasite, with people going through chemo treatment. The hurt and pain that her toxic self-obsession inflicted on people here - people who have gone through and/or are experiencing truly awful struggles in their lives - made me so
bleeping angry.
But I've been grunka-ing away and nodding in agreement with everything posted here. Brilliant poems. Olympic-standard gif deployment. Ruthless and articulate truth-telling. Everyone here is amazing. Except Jack, who is undoubtedly here but definitely not amazing XX
PS I'm particularly loving all the Friends gifs. I'm comfort-binge-watching Friends at the moment while I pack (moving on Friday!). Phoebe and Joey are
the greatest.