I wrote her a poem

so I could lay her

but I must admit

that neither was a work of art:

the poem or the lay


It goes that way sometimes

You just roll with the punches

and hope for the best


I mean, hey, you gotta do

what you gotta do

That’s all there is to it

I don’t have money

so I try to use poetry


I guess the problem is

that most women

are onto that scam


I try to wax poetic

and they get the Hell

out of the building

“Oh no, the would be poet.”


So I end up faring

poorly at both

I’m a failure as a poet

and as a stud


all that’s left now is

to roll over and die

I can’t write poetry

and I ain’t getting laid


Maybe I’ll become

a priest or a monk

At least then I’ll have

a legitimate excuse



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ashes_twisted's picture

And if the sex sucks

We tell everyone in sensual strokes.

You had me giggling. 

"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

georgeschaefer's picture

you have to be able to laugh

you have to be able to laugh at yourself.  Of course, it's easier if you learn to also love yourself.  Well. too philosophical for me.