Lost on a stage
with an obscene notion
leading him to believe
he’s heterosexual
his urges found him chasing
skirts plagued
with drugs, sex, and alcohol
he once had the balls
to fight for our country
until Uncle Sam felt disgrace
for honesty in sexuality
Money knew little of him
so he cheated whenever he could
in the name of Charity
good he was creating laughter
with the truth of his life
his turmoil didn’t matter
he’d become the epitome
of being in love with a stripper
not guilty in speech free,
a Cocksucker
forced into bankruptcy
with no key securing his door
he’s dead on the bathroom floor
naked with narcotic paraphernalia
it’s almost certain
this is his last
"F**K YOU"
© April 18, 2012
Julie F.
Very nice...
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly for reading... I'm always up for writing on topics my readers have an interest in (this poem being a reader-driven piece), so feel free to shoot me a topic to challenge this skill I have been blessed. Be blessed and keep reading!
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