4 : 1

jokes passed back an forth over the sleeping body of
a woman who trusted.
care? what do they know of care?
killing their beers and conducting their handshakes
indenting their belts with the newest self-assurance of their
eventually useless masculinity

just a little fuck
all i want is to fuck you
cunt! don’t you say no to me!
kiss my manhood, my dick.
i don’t care that i’m hurting you
enough to scar for life

joe cool’s got nothing on me, look at where i work
actually, you can tell by the car i drive and who i call friends
can i party or what? but that’s not all.
kinda sensitive, i am. i give a shit about you. after all,
it’s cool that people are jealous of me
especially when you wear that really short skirt

just hear me out, i’ve been waiting all this time
always cared, always listened, always afraid
can’t i just say it? we’re friends, you’ll understand
kindred of a kind, you wouldn’t brush me aside
intimacy my intention, ‘you and me, babe…’
either it’s yes or it’s no