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October 2016

Never gonna find one

So here I am again back in the dating pool. Its rough because I tried to be nice and accommodating and speak about my feelings to the lady I was dating. She was smart, sexy, (a little bitchy sometimes), and even didn’t have kids. I thought we would go on vacation but she ended up cutting it off a few weeks ago.

To to be honest I don’t think it would have lasted anyway- she was not my type and I was starting to get a little bored when she talked. At dinner she had these long stories with hardly points and then with wine the flighty stuff would start. Sex was good (she’s not reading this by the way) and I liked that a lot.

I will be honest and say that I don’t have the ambition to online date again for now. I’m sick of “life stories” and dates the show and pony dance.

We’ll see. I’ll try to keep writing about it.

Doubled-deep

I don’t know how far I can go with this

I’m gonna give you a big mac
You’re gonna give me a baby

there’s a lot of permeability between these two…

 

Oh He’s in So much trouble, so so so, so so so, so so much trouble.

C’mon man you can’t say this type of stuff out loud…

I’m trying to write political poetry

Hello again.  I have been writing in response to the political arena and I was thinking I was not up to the challenge, because I’ve read some really good ones.  My friend, who is a middle school teacher and wonderful cook 😉 encouraged me to write from the heart.  She said that it is what she tells her students every time they get nervous.  She is a wonderful lady and I would love a chance in the sack but since I know she is dating for a very long time (I know the guy, he works at the shop) I will not pursue a dedicated relationship.  I believe that we all should live a morally upright (or at least try to) type of life.  I know this is one of my great qualities to offer my wife-to-be one day.  Here is my poem.

I am still working on the title, it seems dull.  Thank you for reading and have a nice night.

 

I am tired.

I am tired of the whiners
telling each other and
crying
into stale and flatter beers:
“Oh the world is in shambles, and what are we to do?”

Why don’t you go home and watch another reality show
or paint your dog’s toenails
red, white, and blue.
The morgue is waiting for you
and they have all the latest fashions
high-end Macy’s style rouge
for your fat, sugary cheeks
and dimpled ass bottoms
from the ding dongs you ate when you were trying to stuff all the emotions
from yesterday
into tomorrow.

Sorry about this poem
I know it’s a little mean,
but sometimes when I see you
waddling down the street
I want to run up to you screeching
and tearing at your hair
punching you repeatedly
until you beg for mercy and whimper why why why
why did you do this
and I’ll wheeze
why did we do this
together

 

 

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