The cocks pulsate
And the pussies salivate
Nobody gives a fuck
They all just wanna fuck
The teasing is mean
But they do it anyway
It keeps them keen
And they know they’ll still be there at the end of the day
At the end of the night
When the strobe lights fail to flicker
Some have lost hope
And other’s egos have gotten bigger
The failures all line up on the stage
Either for the sake of self pity or in an attempt to pent up rage
They go hope broken to masturbate
Most likely shed a tear when they ejaculate
But those who got lucky either have a new number to text
Or that very night they’re practicing casual sex
Either way they’re all intoxicated to a ridiculous extent
And each one left the house with an agenda and frustration to vent
But the night is over now and everyone’s fucked in one way or another
And me, I just curl up in bed, again, without a lover
F****D
Go figure.
liciouspoet, 4 months ago
Sad, but sometimes true…..i feel you.
JenniferB, 4 months ago
wow mister! that’s a hell of a lot of pent up frustration and anger you’ve got simmering inside of those words!
Liken it to a bunch of very creative people having an orgy of minds, so to speak, come on… surely you don’t lack an imagination or awareness, being the insightful photographer that you are? we all have our real lives and loves to take care of hun, the internet is just a pleasant, creative interlude between fantasy and reality. Your problem is that you take life waaaaaaaaay too seriously, and you create your best poetry from your angst… I’ve been there, done that, it all sent me straight to hell alongside a load of other innocent victims I took along with me for the ride… same shit, same problems, a different form of expressing it is all…
Email me to vent, hurl abuse, whatever, any time…
Hey who knows?
For all you know I might actually enjoy it…
flower68, 4 months ago
iked this.So true.
jaycee, 4 months ago
Oh sad sad sad… I understand :(