The poem
I've got no poker face and fuck-all filter too,
So if you're talking bollocks,
my expression tells on you.
I'll try to look polite while you're spouting absolute shit,
But one eyebrow starts twitching
and that's usually fucking it.
My face says, "Are you serious?" before I make a sound,
Then my mouth gets involved and says what's obvious all round.
I've got opinions plenty
and I'm rarely short of nerve,
If your logic's fucking nonsense, you'll get the look you deserve.
I could sugar-coat the truth,
but I'm too old for all that crap,
I'd rather tell it straight
than sit there nodding like a prat.
Sarcastic? Fucking obviously.
Opinionated? That's just fine,
I'm not getting any sweeter
- and that suits me fucking fine.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Typewriter Manuscript design printed on the front.