Writing While Working

Certain People

As the years pass,
people get older,
uglier,
grumpier,
more body hair,
less money,
theres no end to the cruelty
people face.
They gain weight,
they complain,
and complain,
and
complain.
The bickering grows,
the whining
continues,
the simple things they once
enjoyed,
are now forgotten.
They are plagued
by age,
their only downfall.
And by people, I mean
women.


Infidelity

i wanted nothing more than another women
but
i couldnt end it
i just couldnt be the bad guy
i cheered for the villains
i supported the anarchists
i enjoyed chaos
but this time
i just couldnt be the bad guy
it had been 3 years
a 3 year decline
a 3 year slope
3 years of falling
until
i met her
tall and tanned
a body so sexy
everybody wanted her
she was my escape
the one i was searching for
to have an affair
with.