Hey idiot
that purse
has a person
holding and cursing
the value of dollar bills
it'd rather not share;
Covering her chest
is a blouse or a dress
or some fabrication
hand me down--
thrift to impress

But hey asshole,
inside her head
behind glazed smiles
fake eyes, tired whining
brightened eyes
is ambition to never
have to make this decision
or be put in positions
that you only envisioned
or a night or a while
until you finished and cry

Hey pussy,
afraid of the dark
so you ran from the light
in between somewhere
you found nothing was right;
aimed for the apple
but the apple wasn't ripe
so you settled for the pit
of the plum, just the plum
or the way your gut
seems to plummit when you cum
and the moment you finish
its flight fight or run;
the fast lane on
the shoelace express;
what an awful expression
to describe the despondent.