The well- off nympho

The well-off nympho

 
Counting her pounds,
Not hearing my fist
Pounding nor my
Heart beating…

That’s the well off
Nympho,
From concerts
To drinks
To garden parties…

O..she makes literature..
How interesting…
To talk about
Addictions of
The past…
Not meaning to hurt
But writing is more
Than just an excuse
To live or to enjoy

You see,
This is street
Reality
This is where
We shout it out….
In underground
Garage
With the drums
Going faster and faster
Body ache,
Sweet darkness
Lit up by blond beers…

We don’t all have that
Chance,
Today we’ve eaten less
All the beauty and praying
Fails in reality

And they dare to
Call us anarchists..
Just poor wretches
Who have no
Illusion

Thus not believing
In the system
Coz

We hear the truth
Not what we want
To hear
As I’m not even choosing
My meals….

Goodbye,
Well-off nympho

You thought
I was after the money

I would’ve cherished much
More the company…

 
K.B
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