As the days
Get colder
And the years
Go marching on
I feel the joy
Of growing older
Is nothing short
Of a con
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
As the days
Get colder
And the years
Go marching on
I feel the joy
Of growing older
Is nothing short
Of a con
Happy Valentine’s Day
He said
Here’s a teddy
And some flowers
I’d rather go without
She said
Than have to sit with you
For hours
Young, innocent
And wrinkle free
What
The fuck
Do you see in me?
If stress
Is caused
By giving
A fuck
Then
I’m very glad
I don’t
You think
A diet,
Hair dye,
And dentistry
Will help you
Find a mate
But, my dear,
Alas, I fear,
You’ve left it
Far too late
I’m really looking forward
He said
To getting you
Under the covers
Don’t get too excited
She said
As it’s not like
We’ll be lovers
You may think
Your cheeky wink
Was both charming
And flirtatious
Yet your inane smile
And attempt to beguile
Tested nothing
But my patience
Please don’t think
That I’m not keen
Being intentionally rude
Or deliberately mean
I’m just not in the mood
To give you head
And I’d rather we watch
This box set instead
You think yourself
Some fucking big shot
But really,
Is that all you’ve got?
‘Cause if what you’re giving
Is truly your best
Then you’re no bigger
Than all the rest
You never
Made me happy
You never
Made me moan
In fact,
Your moves were crappy
So I’d just get there
On my own
What do we have here?
He said
Hand snaking
Towards his crotch
I really can’t be arsed
She said
So I’ll just sit here
And watch
I hear you
Snoring
Through the wall
And wonder if
I’ll ever sleep
At all
The heels
On your shoes
The shirt
On your back
Heaven knows
You deserve
Some flack
What is life
He said
Without a little risk?
There’s testing the limit
She said
And then taking the piss
“Oh, how I’ve missed this”
She said
Running her hands
Through his hair
That he wasn’t the first
Of the day for her
Was neither here
Nor there
It’s about time
You reared
Your ugly head
I was panicked
Fearing
The worst
And yet soon
You’ll be wishing
I was still missing
As there’s no
Let-up
To my verse
Fancy coming up
He said
For a night
Of unbridled bliss?
I shouldn’t think so pal
She said
After all,
I’ve heard you piss!
Are you some kind of freak
He said
When someone pees
You listen in?
It honestly can’t be helped
She said
These walls
Are paper thin!
Ah, you’re still here
He said
So you’ve not popped
Your clogs yet?
It’s not for a lack of trying
She said
But the chance
Has been murder to get
You must have
Thought me stupid
Standing there,
Aghast
It’s just
I’d never thought
Of a ménage
Let alone à trois
I remember,
Once,
He asked me
How I cope
With all these trials
I just use the darkest
Of humours,
I said,
Along with
The wryest of smiles
I know
We all
Like
To moan
But you need
To give it
A rest
Some of us
Are out here
Saving lives
And not
Just PDF’s
I never said
You weren’t thoughtful
Not conscientious or kind
It’s just that when I said
I wish you were dead
I had other things
On my mind
If I was a little more forward
And not just so uptight
Then I’d stop being so awkward
And sleep with you tonight
But as it is I’m a coward
With no confidence at all
So the only thing I’ll see tonight
Are the cracks in my bedroom wall
As she eyed it up
She wondered
If she could connect
With such a machine
You should put that back
Advised her friend
As you don’t know
Where it’s been
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
If you should ever fall
He said
Then I’d be here to catch you
Well you’ll need pretty strong arms
She said
With legs to match them too
I don’t need
To don a costume
Or paint my face
With vampiric
Ghoulishness
I’ve already spent
The year
As the epitome
Of drear
So there’s no need
For today’s foolishness
To expect a nightly vision
She said
Seems a tad extreme
I barely get to sleep
She said
Let alone to fucking dream
Forgive my hyperbolic phrase
He said
‘Tis the burden of the poet
You’re just a pretentious cunt
She said
And don’t I fucking know it
If you find my words too dreary
Then just scroll on, my dear
‘Cause if you are looking for cheery
There’s nothing for you here
Let’s make love tonight
He said
Until we reach
The heights of heaven
Just fucking stick it in
She said
I’ve got to be up
At seven
Go to bed
Say your prayers
Just ignore me
And the other nay sayers
If it makes you feel good
To utter those words
In the belief your request
Will be heard
Then pay no mind
To the likes of me
Heathens devoid
Of all piety
We’ll suffer one day
When He proves to be true
And we’ll regret not kneeling
Next to you
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