Imagine if the guy
That could whoop your ass
Could also
Write erotica
And poetry
Maybe even
A novel or two?
How much would you hate him?
The ladies swoon for this asshole.
Even though
He is only 5’9’
And okay looking
He’s not ugly most days
We’ll just say that
Now imagine
If he was a little arrogant
But very poor
He’s a starving asshole artists
Such an old cliche
Picture a tough guy
With a big ego
Getting his ass kicked at the gym
By a 145 pound poet
The guy leaves the gym steaming and emasculated
The thing is though, guys
I don’t think I would’ve ever became a writer
If I hadn’t been a fighter first
It had to be this way
So, I’d like to apologize in advance
For sleeping with your wife
It was probably before you two met
And I apologize
For all the attention I'll get
I’m a middle child
And I can imagine
What the attention will do to me . . .
If you thought I was arrogant before,
Just wait until people start praising my brain
I have to imagine
I will be
The villain
In so many stories
They’ll tell about me
That’s okay.
I’ll be your villain.
I’ll sauce you up during boxing
Then I’ll go home
To one of my many women
In my cheap house
With a shitty car parked out front
And I’ll fuck
The women
You only wish you could
You’ll hate me
But except for this moment
This poem
I’ll probably never think of you
So,
I’d like to apologize for apologizing
I have nothing
To be
Sorry for
I am not sorry.
How I make you feel has nothing to do with me.
-C.H.
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