I'm just a broken boy posing in men's pajamas
contemplating life like Obama's
traumas
This new reality I've made
Is nothing close to mundane
The drama is at every turn
Telling lies, when will I learn
A broken man with many horses at his stable
But no loyal knights around his table
Is my life only chalked up to fable?
Or is this last poem fatal?

My lust for women's touch
Make These intentions too much
For lying comes in clutch
When honestly has put me in this rut
Crying for help with my eyes shut