He’s a tragedy in life
A victim of circumstances
Even he won’t admit to.
Like an unpaid and unwanted clown
In a circus nobody attends.
Just for fun we lost the riddle
Because we didn’t understand the tune
Did they play it in E minor?
Oh wait, it is only noon.
Scratch your head then bite your nails
And tell the world off for being sad.
One day he took all his medicine at once
Then got aggressively mad.
Where we see beauty he sees crime
He’s lost in the parable.
He snivels over loves he’s lost
And to hear him, it sounds terrible.
Sex always settles the game
When your scorecard is for losers
I went to a bar to find some drunk
But who would fuck those losers?
She stands at his bedroom door at night
To listen to his moans.
He wanted to play pentatonic scale
But the bitch had 8 tones.
This isn’t really a poem
It’s more of an allegory
Just wanted to slip out for a minute here
And tell you the rest of the story.
Hunger, but not for food
Lustful, but not for sex
He’d burn the candles at both ends
But he cannot get hold of his ex.
It’s a shame those bitches won’t call you back
When you act like their other child.
He had a taste of a wonderful love
So he made sure it was all defiled.
Maturity comes to men too late
When they are bald, fat, and unable
It takes a woman that knows what she wants
To find that particular man quite stable.
Sharpen your sword, dear sir
And never intend to flee
You better have a nice sharp one
The next time you decide to call me.