bullshit

dusk arising

Oh she was a beauty alright
she knew how to move it.
Casually walkin on a carpet
of the tongues hangin out 
along the sidewalk.....
and i swear she must have had a
stoplight hanging out of her ass,
cos the traffic was in chaos man.

So what did she see in me?
I tell you, i really couldnt tell ya.
It sure wasn't the cut of my cloth
nor the bulge of my billfold.
But i guess she never smelled the
bullshit when my mouth was open.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2021 01:32
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  • orchidee

    You'll set Fido off barking, with no 18+ marker! lol.

    • dusk arising

      Fido's eyes are wide open m8.

    • Goldfinch60

      Another potential failed relationship then d a.

      Andy

      • dusk arising

        This was a half dozen pretty young things who knew it rolled into one from forty odd years ago mate.

      • L. B. Mek

        (your words inspired
        my feeble effort of a reply, below
        and for that, I wholeheartedly and humbly
        thank you! dear poet)..
        'or, she simply chose to believe, foolishly maybe
        there's more to you
        than that pitiful minimum, you project to the world
        and is attempting to project, into your horizon
        promise: of what better future she can offer;

        so that misery worshiping self-loathing, you harbour
        because you've decided, you've seen it all already
        and you wont ever let another ignite those ashes
        of gravely breath's, embers
        to only end-up, once more - bereft
        left grappling with that cold embrace
        of belated failure's: enraged regret;

        no, just maybe: she's willingly choosing to believe
        that she may have - enough, to overcome
        your shattered heart
        because, in you: she gleans a path
        towards salvaging, her own broken heart...!'

        • dusk arising

          Self loathingh? Dream on.

        • Saxon Crow

          Ooo!

          • dusk arising

            Indeed, wear sunshades in her dazzling company.

          • Jerry Reynolds

            Strange write, Dusk.
            Women do all the choosing, why is a wonderful mystery.

            • dusk arising

              They know what they want and when theyre young and beautiful its mostly attention they desire. LOL If they can put all males into one bag we can of course gladly reciprocate cant we.



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