Written for the "Saddest Lines" competition Painting: "Mother and Child" by Pablo Picasso
The saddest thing I can't even remember I was six she was there my mom and then she wasn't no one will tell me when she'll be back or where she has gone just the Lord's Prayer said by my bedside to help me along
Now a middle-aged man I still cry bitter tears I can't remember her only pictures it seems we had a good time when will the...
Erotic thoughts fill my head Stream out through my fingers Onto the pure white page Beautiful words or inappropriate lurid stains?
Is it wrong to find another female form alluring? Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful? The pleasure of consummated love as powerful? Have I no concept of propriety and self control? Is my true self awakened?
As Smeagol cum Gollum I am racked with the pain of duplicity Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious The incessant battle rages on
Follow me I’ll bring you to my pusher with a pssssst down an alley way he doesn’t call to me I walk brazenly into his store where I also happen to purchase a fuel fix for my car
My mouth waters greeted with panoply of possibilities to sate my vice do I crave chips or cheese puffs perhaps a candy bar or two or three life wouldn’t be in balance without a package of cookies oh and I can’t forget my protein beef jerky presented in all varieties mmmmm I’m...