Thursday, February 26, 2015

Pity Pally

What set him to disappoint her?
Tears of a phony; they are used to manipulate women into pity.
This is the definition of pathetic and there are males that do this.
Male, but hardly called a man as there is no quiet inside the chest
And the gut does nothing, save grow.

The sex is of the desperate passionate
Often this type fears possessing a small penis.
A pecker, really:
Knocking on the door but never gets quite all the way into the room
If she opens her twat-wings.

Any female over legal age has an instinct about these sorts
Any female over twenty may throw them a fuck (damn pity)
Any female my age who does not find them fatuous sees far too much of
The good in humanity
This can rare be considered a flaw
The human view
Not the emo-faggy condition.

And I have no idea if this is the case.
I have no real urge to ask. If I did I would hear a contrary answer.
Since I think I know everything and I do I'll hush.

She waits to be stolen
Like a gem left alone
Ten seconds in celluloid and Holly Wood cried;
As much as I hate fuckin hats
I gotta wonder
“What you hidin' under there, brother?”
He answers with a crooked smirk
Shows off a flash of baravdo
Cracks a “Yo Momma!” taboo.

My eyes go tight making their fists with the cast of my eyelids
I upturn the corners of my mouth and say nothing at all.
Why not?
He can take her home and fuck her if he must
If she lets him
I know when I fuck her I'm going to a place he never found.
Dig?

When this happens
It already is
He finds out his facade just cannot overcome real chemicals
Crying and fapping before a salacious
Tear slicked grin

I'll send the bastard a thank you card.