Time Is Too Precious To Spend It With Pimps
Some people write beautifully
with big words
and I give you
all of these turds
for you romantic nerds
I wonder,
if I was ugly,
would some of y’all
still be reading this?
If I wasn’t single
and handsome
and
sensitive
and
intelligent
Would you even care?
Being beautiful isn’t easy, you know?
It’s a burden to bear
I’ll bear it bravely though
I’ll suffer through
If it gets you
to buy a book or two
then I’ll shampoo
my hair
and pretend to care
I’ll shave my beard
And try not to be to weird
I’d suggest lowering all expectations of me
I am not who you imagine me to be
Take that image
and shake it
like those Etch A Sketch toys
we had as kids
Shake it like that
after attempting a shitty drawing
Start with a blank slate
and remember
if we don’t debate
it would be a miracle
Just remember, dear reader
I come from a place of love
Not hate
Never hate
Only love
I am desperately hanging on to my relationships
while the world sinks all of my ships
Those damn pimps
The government
Giving my two cents
Into mostly nonsense
All while the time went
Yesterday was spent
But today
Who I am here with
That’s where I can’t miss
Time is too precious
To spend it with pimps
Do me a favor, will you, Siri?
Etch A Sketch this one from the old memory bank too.
-C.H.