How many tears
Will you cry
Before the tide collides
With the horizon of life
And how many rings
Will you keep on your shelf
Triumphantly
Before you’re roasted you
Your soul can’t make the rent
And 7 monthly alimony payments
Won’t save you
Modern day Nero
Surrogate zero
A ‘ heroes’ worst enemy is themself
Floating alone
In the tears of Saturn
Her rings bequeath you
Dreaming of matrimony
But you aren’t wholly holy within
You’re getting married again?
You should’ve stayed single
7 days resting— will you pray
On the eighth
Baby I wouldn’t *******
I’d feel unprotected
But I would buy you a drink
If you’d just
STOP CRYING!
I was sitting at stop n shop one day smoking a cigarette. A woman approached. I offered her a cigarette. The following is a reflection of our conversation.