Dick

All you think with is your
dick,
consequently that categorizes you as a giant
prick.

No, I am not saying you have one,
I am saying that your selfish decisions are a gun
to our 'relationship'.

More like an arrangement
of mutual attempted contentment.
Will this ever last,
going so slow and yet so fast?

What confuses me the most
is how you boast of having no time,
yet I find that the kind of time you have,
you waste.

I have no taste for such lies
and such hidden agendas in disguise,
so tell me true.
What am I to you?

And why do you lie when a skirt walks by,
catching your eye,
piercing you with a sly
"come fuck me" smile.

You come to point like a hound dog,
and through the smog of our budding commitment,
I do not see future contentment, but instead
I dread what the future holds.

But I will share a little secret,
one which I haven't shared before,
when all the lies come back around,
knocking at your door,
I will not care,
for I share no love
for a dick like you.