f*** you

this is the mathematical equation i was failed for answering
this is the mother to the lover who blames me for their failure
this is my sin for not being forgiving
or loving
or giving a f***ing s**t
whilst being blamed for things i prove i did not do
and everyone wonders why i am looking out for me
and not you
because it's all about me
right?

this is what i get for f**ing women and using them for a bedroom or money
this is what i get for praying for them to succeed and that i would laugh with them
this is what i get when six cops point flashlights at me and i cry
because i am going to jail
again
for smashing things
this is the end
but they let me go

i wonder why

the women

one says we can be successful business partners
one says f*** my ass because my husband crippled himself
one says it's okay i don't mind if you live here but f*** me sometimes
but i don't
another says teach me all you know and runs away
one says your business plan is incredible before she sucks my c**k during some lame biker show
one says i am different
so different
i will never do better than her

nine years later
here i am
having given her everything i once owned
and state emphatically
so loud god stops time

she can do no better than me

and i seek my own path
with a loving dog
knowing we are both right
i'll get laid
and so will she
she'll get paid
i'll be free
and we will move on
and her dreams i pray will come true

the dreams she really ought to pray about
the ones she says she wants and blames everybody for not having by now.

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