What kind of a sorry ******* would want to live like that?
wants to be tied down from the age of 26
Looks forward to no spare time, and an empty pocket book
Becoming a secondary character in their own paperback story
All too meaningful fights over nothing
Searching for other affections as the years drag
Filling potholes with any kind of quickcrete complements
Sleeping on the couch and eating cold meals, mostly cereal
Finding comfort in old tv re-runs and *******
And you’ll live out the rest of your days
Finding that Sickness Unto Death
Buried with your relatives
Packed into fresh dirt

There was a comfort, all encompassing, although short lived
Having a being, sharing with a being
Not just the redeeming, pretty, thoughtful, and joyful person you are
But also the grime, the filth, the disgusting and the putrid sides of you
And despite all you will do
They will wholly accept you.

Now what kind of a sorry ******* wouldn’t want to live like that?