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.