|Posted on October 10, 2013 at 11:40 PM|
Maybe that means I am a true contemporary writer
For if I do not
I feel burdened
Feel guilty for not doing so,
I cannot scorn another woman who offers love
And so my love interest in writing is karma ridden
For I desire her strongly, seek her
Need her, be inspired and treat her well
She never repays me, never relaxes me, never satisfies me
Financially, sexually, intellectually
Damn you, writing
But if Slim did it
Shady, id and ego all
Perhaps my background will drive me
Perhaps my Kim will return with the fame.
What I wouldn’t give for one unlucky dame to call mine.
For the fights fuel me,
So I provoke them, stroke her, she strokes me,
I strike her
Now I finally have something to write.
She wipes the blood off her lips and runs to the fridge to grab me a Budweiser,
She has been trained well.
It’s time for a new one,
She is growing stale, pale because she is too afraid to leave this motel room.
So I kick her out, she falls again,
Don’t worry, no one sees.
She will float out to seas.
Bliss, I will cherish the miss
Kiss kiss, goodbye bliss.
www.AberrationLabyrinth.blogspot.com/ (Issue #008)
Originally published by Aberration Labyrinth on 10/10/13