A Pest for Selfishness

your glad to see your makeup made an impression on him


your bottom lip is ceased by the teeth you grew in,

when the youth had fallen out ,

then replaced at the age of 10

they now are helping out express your faithful sin.

He bit and held each part to let you know what he wanted 

They all knew you'd be the object of every man's obsesson.

each pore ignites with fluid as though it had been

a sunny day too hot to lay but it's merely the blood in his skin.

He reassures that each blemish and irregular 

(strum and sing with singing rhythm)

sought to ought to be a corroding thought of imperfection
should wince away, your breast exposed, give heed to his intentions.

Your eyes are closed a voice a moan, as he lamented,

to the men that sat in circles to here his retellin'

The spending of his wallet found it's contentment,

he strikes his list shakes fists, but he had worked to have bought it.

You awake your sober eyed mind to breathe in a breath of bed and breakfast

sit up and smile as the sunny curtains dance with the morning breeze and 
settle with every passing sonnet that the poet has written
to thank you for the evening light and brush your hair cause he hasn't forgotten
each drunken word you've ever heard, he really thought it.

but when the clouds are in excess 
you only did find.
a residue of clothes out of use
and that familiar stentch
the cloth you hold a dampened cold 
a life insulted
you feel his marks and with no remark
he'd left you in

his and your own tidal field of masked relations

the mirror held the sight 
of your bitter nights
but once again
and wash replace smile and retrace
and blowdry till it has...

gone back to this

funny funny funny world

of miscommunication.