Look at him:
he’s trying to get a wife
He sees the
challenge. He’s ready to fight
He doesn’t want
to lead a lonely life
Couldn’t get
more pathetic, am I right?
He has a
job, a car, a money pool
Because he was
told to get them – such lies
Does he know
desire’s not negotiable?
His pleas
for help are met with vague replies
He can’t escape
this prison, He’s stuck bad
He’s got to
prove himself: no mistaking
He’ll do
anything to stop feeling sad
But he’s just
a rapist in the making
He’s on a
futile quest, his prospects grim
It sure
makes me happy that I’m not him
5th August 2018
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