Nothing…
There are worse things than loneliness,
alcoholism
marriage to a whore
death of a child
loss of a mother
Why so concerned with a little weekend pussy?
A woman to rub her fingers down your back?
The soft flick of her tongue on the tip of your cock?
But then there’s her smile,
her laugh
her scent
her…
conversation?
Shit!
She’s probably always been a whore,
Give her a twinky
You’ll get her love for the night,
or a week
month
year
lifetime
And in the end she’s still a girl for hire,
a slut
a lie
a fat whore with a soft, little cunt
But then there’s love,
sweet
tender
forever?
And in the end you’re still alone,
Yes…
My friend.
But there are worse things than loneliness,
aids
herpes
rape
murder
politics
VEGANS
philosphers
poets
filmmakers
fags
happiness
But who wants to be alone?
Give me a shot,
I’m all the company I’ll ever have,
Except that angry old man across the bar,
He smokes his angst,
his apathy,
his dreams,
He drinks his love,
his fuck,
his pain,
He is every man,
every soul,
every heart,
He is death
and
life
He is forever
and
ever
and
never
again
goodbye
sweet
whore…