Someday When You Are Old

Someday when you are old
Sitting in wet Depends
Gazing upon the stacks
Of newspapers forming
A maze through your living room

Think of a girl who loved
You, whose face lit up when she saw
You. A girl who made you laugh.
She gave you her heart and you
Let it slide through your hands

‘Til it landed on the ground where
You danced on it like Michael Flatley.

Think of that girl you knew
Consider well your choice
As you wait, drenched in your own piss,
For this month’s Hustler to arrive.

2 Responses to “Someday When You Are Old”

  1. February 1, 2009 at 11:19

    nice one. i like it.
    can identify with both sides. happy it is not written for me. happy i will not remember this one poem on one wordpress blog, many many years ago.
    never easy to be left with heart in hand, giving. many times also not easy to leave, looking at someone’s heart ready and ripe…. so many things makes up our life…
    i like it a lot. the feelings it brings up.

  2. September 13, 2010 at 07:11

    I like this – it made me chuckle. Nicely done 🙂

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