Monday 4 August 2014

no good

no good for anything, you
no good for a decent man
no good for decency
no value
no face
no importance

a subservient subhuman subspecies
to seduce
with reduced-price alcohol
a treat before pushed in the car
-a low-cost pushover-
taken to the beach.

the ridiculous professions of love
oh how do they love to tell you they love you
to taint your perception of love forever.

you are caressed with sceptic motions
and hugged with clammy claws
and scratched with violent stubble
and lifted with intimidating strength
and pushed down past
the fresh starched shirt,
the hairy chest,
the musty waistline.

again and again
a verification
of your inability
a verification of your lack of strength
approved as a whore. tic.

the only redeeming feature:
you are far away from home
a different person.
a world you don't ever have to visit after them.
mistakenly,
as you can never take yourself
out of the picture
completely.
tainted.

but your head is clear
and your actions calculated.
a stern woman.
with admirable strength
-a high-flying jetsetter-
a flexible, capable,
fanciful operator.

again and again
a verification
of how cunning
and admirably courageous
and beautiful
you are.

go to bed and smile
for lack of a better facial expression
or for lack of promise.
nothing is forever
but you.

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