Trophy Girl

Went out to see if I could catch a dumb ugly broad,
By the edge of her patience.
I tired her out and drained her complacence.
She needs to be dealt with, she needs a man.
She bit the hook and got cut on the line.
Now she’s mine.

Not for pleasure, not for torture,
Not for humiliation or cruelty.
I am merely making a point,
So I may spiritually heal and anoint.

A rich grimoire of feedback,
Pages thick of ideas and art.
However, I ignore these deep recesses of her heart,
I ignore this magic, this love,
I ignore her needs.
There’s work to be done.

She tells me of fantastic endeavors
And treacherous feats,
Things only her shallow mind could defeat.
Once again, I don’t give a fuck.
She is by my side to make a point.
She is the essence of my cartilage and joints,
My muscle, my bones,
My drive.

I take her around and show her off-
For a point, I assure.
She’s merely bait, merely a lure.
Never a relationship,
Only a point.

Her shadow stands taller than us both,
And will consume us when our backs are turned.
She will be searching for a glimmer of love in my eyes,
I’ll be stabbing her in the chest.
That’s when it’ll all come down.