The oman's grave
The times of indecision
Written on your gravestone

"Here it lies, death of an oman.... Good or bad.... We'll never know
Surely we'll never know the full potential of this... Omen
... And maybe it's better that way
... Today we say farewell to you
... A mysterious malgmation
Reflective particles of  nothing??
Who... Are... You...
We... Bequeath... You
Goodbye... To the Omen

The sparrows and ravens joined in cacophonous harmony
And sung the first notes of your afterlife

Your Girlfriend’s A Lesbian (This Officially ***** For You)
She's loose
She's loose
You never kept her in check
She's loose
She's loose
This situation isn't over yet
  
You weren't thinking
You were just... what were you doing
No wonder she's cheating
She tried to warn you
But you weren't sober
She tried to warn you
You're sleeping next to *****... and she's gone
You always were a member of the LGBT
But now that she is... you don't know what to do
iI's heresy you say... but that's  low as hell dude (that's gay)
That won't nullify her fancy
Your girlfriend's a lesbian
___________

My Girlfriend’s a Lesbian (This Officially ***** For Me)

Advise me
I need help
I'm trying to save her and myself
My girlfriend’s a lesbian

I don't have a problem with her preference
Though her actions are confusing
I still for her deeply- I just don't know what to do.

She's saying she loves me
And I know
Over time
Imperfections will show
My girlfriend’s new epiphany

My girlfriend’s a lesbian
And neither of us will end the relationship
F this
Her girlfriends is more attractive than she
But the girl Still says she loves me
____________

When They Hook Up

“Hey Travis”
“Yeah Dude”
“ Our Girlfriend’s are cheating on us”
“Thats Hot”
“No It’s not… They’re hooking up right now and we should probably find new significant others”
“Wait…how do you know?”
“Because I was getting suspicious so I read Brandy’s texts”
“Wait a minute- Your girlfriend’s name is Brandy, she’s a bombshell, she’s an athlete, she’s smart and she’s a social butterfly… how could not expecting her to ever cheat”
“... Your Girl’s the same way”
“Why are we calling them girls if their clearly women.”
“ Women are mature and sophisticated- girls are… well you know”
“ Aren’t we usually the ******* as men? I mean, this can’t be happening”\
“We need to agree not to say anything and treat them like crap by not talking to them”
“Can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Cause two wrongs don’t make a right and sometimes the right thing to do well be considered the wrong thing in the moment. One must ask himself if the situation warrants more pain to be dealt with in that moment or in the future”
“Shut the hell up Travis”
“ Dude I’m serious”
“ Travis, you’re over-compensating, we’ll just end it with them”
“...But Dude”
“ That’s what we’re doing”
“****, why you gotta be so like Harold Lee”
“ Because predictability is the spice of life”
“... Actually variety is the spice of life”
“ Yeah,,, that would be the right wording for the adage but I like mine more. Now, let me finish White Castle

Groveling in his past mistakes
A vagabond helplessly searches
For direction and forgiveness
To absolve and adjudicate
His past wrong doing
He confessed to a priest
Who let him know he was eschewed
He said " Forgive me father for I know not what to do"
" My son" replied the priest with much valor and pride " I could tell you anything but I can't guarantee you'll like it or abide by it.

Your moral compass is lacking
Let's start there
You're living in an ostracized planet
Where no one can care
Your morals are allegory of a life lived in want
Your ethics and your standards of life won't assuage the need for self growth"

" So you're saying that in order to gain the fecundity in life I wish to see I need to stick to my morals and let anyone change me, never yield to learning on life's sequestered journey”

“ Well, now you’re starting to get it”

Whatcha know
About chastity
I don’t need a belt to
Be loyal
Feel royal
love  ain’t gotta be
A battle royale

Everyone’s an attention *****
Publicity is adored
I abhore your BS
Get away from
My doorstep
My patience
Has a threshold
That you’ve crossed

I ain’t *******
For a ******* dime
If you wanted a mime
Here’s a rhyme instead
I won’t wish you dead
I’m not that petty
I live practicing abstinence and chastity
For many reasons
Chief among them the fact that’s it’s more  of a challenge when compared to sleeping with someone. Secondly, the challenge of living such a lifestyle pays off, mostly because it’s harder to get yourself broken  when you don’t open yourself up to false and momentary since of connection.

Reel me in
I can’t seem to find my mind again
I refuse
To talk to anyone
And my friends
Are so distant-- Yet it feels like last week that I just saw them

I’m fading away
I’d love to stay
Invisible like I’ve always been
So memorable for all the wrong reasons
I’ve only got two middle fingers and even that’s not enough
forget this
Elongated frustration I’m feeling
Why me- No pity
Someone please tell me
Why we don’t change the mistakes of the past
And why the future seems so last week

Forget me- friends and community
Until I come back and then you’ll see the real me
I don’t need acceptance
That behavior was a fluke
It was my fault
And I’ll take the fall
For the actions one specific individual who I called a friend
Your advice brought with it the decline of six friendships
Precursed and caused an overdose (on the second night of college),  an unsalvageable reputation and the loss of moral. I’m never experimenting with drugs again
I can blame you because it was mostly your fault
But I should’ve never listened to you to begin with
Everyone else was right
And to my fright
I’ve realized that I shouldn’t have had good friends
If  someone like you was going to turn against
Becoming manipulant- a sycophant
You are the reason for my truancy
Even if you’ll never admit your part in this
It’s whatever at this point- I know the truth and I’ve have begun to forgive you
Because all have forgotten about me
But I still regret negatively influencing my college career by taking your advice

I haven’t been to church
In a while
I pray at the pub
With redheads Jameson and
Fish n chips

I haven’t been to church in a while
But who really cares
I’ve got nothing to confess
Cause everyone’s a sinner

I go to the matinee
On Saturday
Repping the IRA
I go to Essex on Sunday
And get rained on
I go home
And my hag of a wife is gone
She moved across the pond
With a bloke
Who works on wall street