The Black in the Grey- Our Story
Its been a while since I did grasp
This old pen that belongs to me
And fumbled, just as with your clasp,
Attempting to spew poetry.
Oh yes, nubile, prospective love,
In order to extract pity
I wrote line past line just reeking of
I pour out my heart ,I rave and rant
Pen what I think appeals to you
And borrow phrases from Nietzsche and Kant
Oh, hell, why not, I'll use 'em too!
Shall I sink now like ne’er before
To deplorable planes of contempt
To despair, should I now resort?
Describe my suicide attempt?
The warning bells do hint alarm
Don’t talk about your fucking ex!
Succumb to my apparent charm!
Reward me with gratuitous sex!
So are you then just dumb as hell,
Or perspicacious beyond belief?
To see past my beguiling, complex shell,
Oh end my misery and grief!
Don’t make me say that I love you
I’m a commitmentphobic sociopath.
Oh wait, Success! Third base will do,
Time now for the disappearing act.