February 10, 2011

i will. i am. ima work man

dear before i go to bed this popped into my head diary,

remember all those times,
you came knocking at my door,
then i let you in
and you fucked me like a whore
then i made you leave
and you never understood
why id never let you hang around
and how you always wished you could
and how you tried to hold me
but i made you get up and go
how i always made a joke and laughed
so you never would know
well
i thought you were an asshole
and you didn't deserve my time
but you entertained me for a few minutes
so sometimes i didn't mind.
but the hours we spent talking
got boring after a while
and the clothing that you wore
had no style.
your voice sounds like a woman's
and you can't fuck worth a damn
your wife says you snore at night
but then she's a fucking sham.
i don't know and i don't care
but you are a piece of work man
i don't know and i don't care
but i will be over this soon.
i will. i am