the more he spews
his shallow sickening talk
the more I realize
he comes off as
little better than some
'Horny Ego With A Threaded Pulse'
hard to imagine
but there are actually women alive
out there for just such type of man
would it be too crude of me to admit
such sub species
literally makes my skin want to crawl?
I am wisely polite to the rabid
so I allow him to converse with me
not sure why he wants to though
perhaps he is sick of his usual
lowly easy prey
my inner mind contemplates the sick
form of fascination
a slick snake oil salesman
comes to mind
bored of his typical customer
steps out of his fast character
to share a change of commendable
conversation
but he can't not be his natural shallow
self for very long
so he eerily before my eyes slips back
into his creepy veneer
like an angered Vampire
fascinatingly scary as it is to watch
still I've had my fill
I'm thankful he cannot suck my blood
I leave him to his empty endeavors
to lifelessly roam.....................
(Dec. 18, 2011 1221pm)