What’s worse, being smarmy
(like a smelly blanket),
or snarky
(like the miserly
dude who wants to rake the
big gold smarmy
moon out of Lake Eerie).
I’m tired of having to fake it—
all the slick jokes give me a snarky
take on love’s grand symphony—
waiting for the bluebird
(the smarmiest
of all birds) to whistle me safe from toxic
blue-green-algae blooms
(it gets plenty stinky,
I'll say!)—I’ll put on my
rinky
and ride blind to another junket—
all my snark gone cheesy
and all my smarm skunky.
