Category: relationships

My Girlfriend Trish

My girlfriend Trish is not a bitch

Knowing her is quite the pleasure

I would go see her any night or day

Despite even the worst weather

My girlfriend Trish is so amazing

She loves me as I am

Even when she sees me grazing

On last night’s spiral ham

She is a big supporter

Despite all my disorders

And what she wants is what I shall order

My girlfriend Trish brings me joy

And her dog loves all his toys

My girlfriend Trish helped me find peace

Peace within myself

She took me to church

I found the Lord

My life with her is not a bore

My girlfriend Trish is wonderful

In oh so many ways

Her amazing ways are so numberful

She is a gift from God that I will never be able to repay

Her talent is very outstanding

She wants what is best for me

But is never over-demanding

She is so smart

And has a wonderful heart

With her I hope to never part

Living Alone, I Bemoan

This living alone

This living alone I bemoan

To wake up

To open my eyes and be…alone

That empty feeling

That rush of panic

Upon my eyes opening

I look and then I see

No one there

As if no one cares

This living alone

This living alone I bemoan

All of this space

Not a person in my face

While awake it feels good

Upon waking up

A different mood

Oh, this living alone

This living alone I bemoan

Too old to live with family

Way beyond the roommate stage

I enjoy my freedom, my space

But this living alone

This living alone I bemoan

Honestly Broken

You’re fat, bald and ugly

You’re not getting any younger

You crave success, knowledge, and wisdom

Yet you do nothing to satisfy your hunger

The way you waste opportunities

It’s the worst kind of extravagance

You loathe yourself

For good reason

And the way you treat your body, it’s almost treason

Big Mike, just go to bed

Lie down and rest your weary head

The mind says “No! I cannot rest!

For my stomach churns, and my heart beats out of my chest!”

Big Mike, just let her go!

You know she’s nothing but a God Damned Hoe!

Oh, but no. I love the hoe, you see?

Can’t you see what she means to me?

I know I’m crazy. I should let things lie

But without her, my heart feels like it has died

The knife plunges into my stomach, deeper and deeper

I wish things could be different, that I could keep her

She’s no good for me, nor I for her

I believe “Toxic” is the word

So now, I bid thee adieu

Happy trails, to you, and you, and you

For the Love of Lourdes

God, I love her, I love her so much

But I’m afraid this love is one I cannot touch

My love burns for her

My body yearns for her

But I must stay away

For how long? Who knows?

Maybe until my dying day

My love for her grows

But fear I do not show

Fear I do not feel

This love, this pain, is surreal

This love, it mustn’t be

God, I’m on bended knee

Begging, asking, God, fix this please!

I miss her so much

I long for her touch

To see her beautiful face

To feel her warm embrace

Should I try to move on?

I’ve got to be strong

It’s only her love that I want to know

But, with every second the pain grows

Maybe one day, we will be together again

Until then, it will never end

This pain I feel

So real

So strong

So long…

Interview Hopes

I had a job interview today

I know I won’t get it

But still I hope

I still pray

I have nothing left

Nothing to hope for

Nothing to live for

Just nothing

Pull myself up by my boot straps

Put on my big boy underwear

Wash the sand out of my pussy

This is just life, another one of life’s craps

Two break-ups in just a few months

Both women were my whole world, if only for that moment

One relationship was several years

The other just a handful of weeks

And now, I have to deal with the pandemic, you know, Covid-19

Self-Care is important right now

But why? What is the point?

I feel butchered inside

Just like a cow

This too shall pass

Even if I have to kick myself in the ass

Just keep my head up

Don’t give life the shaft

I’m Sorry I’m Not Perfect

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, No matter how hard I try

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Sometimes I just cry

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Sometimes I get mad

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Sometimes I get sad

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Or the man you really need

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, When we do “The Deed”

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, It tears me up inside

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Maybe I should die

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, I don’t mean to scream and yell

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, And told you “Go to Hell”

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Maybe I should go

I’m sorry I’m not perfect, But I love you more than you know

The Hibbidy Dibbidy

Doin’ the Hibbidy Dibbidy

Girl, bounce on my Bippity

Doin’ the Hibbidy Dibbidy

All sorts of Majiggery

Saturday night Shenanigans

Turns into to Sunday pew hangovers

“Never doing that again”,

“A new leaf I’ve turned over”

Doin’ the Hibbidy Dibbidy

Is that all we are?

Doin’ the Hibbidy Dibbidy

Fun in the back of my car

What do we have?

Is this real?

Is there a future here?

Or, are we just having fun,

Doin’ the Hibbidy Dibbidy?