Ant Smith

All poems

Git-tar boy

You’re a GIT
With a GIT_tar
That makes you a dick
Yes
You’re a GIT
With a GIT_tar
You’re a fucking dick

You’re a cliché incarnate
Your music plays on stereotypes
You wear your pants, of course, too tight
And you pout with a down-casted eye

A special haircut on your head
Your beautiful tunnel-visioned eyes
Guitar fitting to your breast
You show us your feminine side

You’re a GIT
With a GIT_tar
That makes you a dick
Yes
You’re a GIT
With a GIT_tar
You’re a fucking dick

With pock-marked skin and puppy fat
You sing about this, n you sing about that
Oh man, life is hard when you’re a twat
N boy, do you sing from tender heart
Your ditties finish as they start
You’re a cliché incarnate
Your music plays on stereotypes
You’re a cliché incarnate