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I am the descort, and thwart, and long for discordant, mordant chaos; See the pretty dissolution, See the ditty pattern briefly then Dissolve away Into a Newer Mode of messy disagreeable (but me-able) Affray, with lovely spite and hating, Fights and hurting, Never abating. (Quite contrary me.) What Poetry Form Are You?

If I wasn't a descort, I'd be a haiku.
I'm more comfortable with being a haiku.
These more complex forms of poetry that through my lack of education I've never heard of before bother me.
What other forms could be lurking round the corner, preying on the minds of the ignorant?
I behest them, come forth and reveal your cynical, deceptive, selves that I may avail myself of you, and be ignorant no longer!

How cool is that?

If I said I'd spent four hundred quid on two pairs of glasses, what would that make me?
Both are designer frames - one Police, with light-reactive lenses (Police sunglasses - how last year is that??), one Timberland, with clear lenses.
My current spec's are Lacoste.
I wear Doc Marten's, or Timberland trainers.
I have a Rotary wristwatch.
I think I make up in accessories and shoes for what I can't get in 'regular' designer clothes. Suffice it to say, should I lose enough weight to be able to buy gear in more exclusive boutiques, chances are, I would. I really want to own at least one shirt that I paid three figures for, but not until I have the stable and ever-so-slightly more lithe frame to put it on.