Thomas fucking Shelby

By Sarah Andrews

I watched too much peaky blinders and I became Thomas Shelby

Now the hole in my heart doesn't wail

And now I don't crawl

And I only wonder what it would be like to follow you around and dote

And be your dog

I’m so thug

I’m so him

And run away

you don’t want a piece of me

And get lost

I’m a cold, calculating killer

And fight for survival

Don’t underestimate me

And get adopted by new gods

I’m Thomas Fucking Shelby

With a great big field

With great big steaks

And to lick the tendons in my teeth

And to prepare for the gods’ daily return

That will cease at some point down the line