pornographic lifestyle

since when did I become unsophisticated?
who stripped me of this?
who rendered me useless?

Pointed fingers are
As loud as close range helicopters,
close range fire arms

It was you, wasn’t it?
You Robbed me.
You Left me like this.

Shamed like
lectures from disappointed
parents

Ungrateful like their disinterested
children

You Punk.
You Adulterer.

You left me here naked
and Fucked.

Reduced to this
on hands and knees -- doggie style
or maybe
reverse cowboy?

I am left with my obscenities.
In this pornographic lifestyle.

I am what you find under your son’s mattress
I am what you’d hoped you’d never find.

I can’t help myself anymore
because I’ve helped myself too much
This Gluttony
has got me nowhere
has left me heavy and swollen

my feet drag like slurred speech.
Help me lift my head
Put it back on my shoulders.

Right my upturned life.
Help me gather my spilled spoils.

I can be myself again.

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2 comments so far.

1. ralph rodriguez says:

   i like this one because it talkes about you in a really nagative way i think, i cant tell. does it mean you slept with alot of people or something? im confused?

2. ralph rodriguez says:

   yeah i dont want to feel shitty anymore and the poem makes me feel shitty. where is the truth? it wants more truth.