Don’t score with girls no more
Bit of a bore.
I find life a chore.
I could sleep with a whore,
And get STDs.
Instinct tells me
If this doesn’t kill me,
It will make me stronger,
But I am a stranger
To myself.
I have a limited shelf life,
My sell by date already passed.
Mom took thalidomide.
It helps with morning sickness.
I wasn’t born defective.
That was down to me,
And I find myself
Mixed with controversy.
Good guy, bad guy.
Quick shag or marry.
I have a second skin,
Maybe a dozen more.
The difference is thin.
My implosion,
In slow motion,
I see every day.
I understand the agony,
My mental state
Can fluctuate,
From joy
To utter despair.
I thought this was
How every one felt,
But I was dealt
A card of chance.
It had your image on it,
So I looked for romance.
Like a stray dog seeking a home
And when it doesn’t happen
You cry to your soul.
My tears are private,
Even alone.
A scavenger of life,
Like an hyena.
I could not say it plainer,
Still a stranger
To my life.
