Ego Poem 7

My advice didn’t work
You tell me

To be honest
I never thought it would
I guess you need a certain charm to pull it off
Of which you are bereft

I imagine
Flirty jokes
Mutated into pervy innuendo
Subtle touches
to sleazy gropes
Sure-footed forwardness
to heavy handed forcefulness

I should never have let my advice out like that
Under such incapable supervision
Thrown back at me
Soiled and mistreated
Pale imitations of their beautiful selves

It wont happen again
I‘ll guard them.
And show them a good time
Some time
soon

Ego Poem 6

You slouch and moan
Drunk
About your luck with the girls
Or lack thereof

They always go for twats
He treats her like shit

You wouldn’t
Apparently

I wonder how you know

We all like to think
Surely
That we’re the good guy
nice guy
Knight in shining armour
The one everyone’s routing for.
When truthfully
You want to shag her just as much as the twat does
Only he
Unlike you
Chats her up
Compliments her
Makes her feel sexy

Maybe he’s the good guy
The one we’re all routing for
Sure
He doesn’t look like it
But I’m sure he has a mother who loves him at Christmas.

It’s easy to claim we’d treat girls like angels
When in reality
It doesn’t happen so easy
But
As long as you slouch
And moan
Drunk
You’ll never know that.

Minor Irritance

I finally leave my room
for the bathroom

the door is shut
I tut
Hoping they hear.

Run Poem

I went for a run
'neath the moon and stars
Face scratched by tree branches
Eyes blinded by cars

Haiku

A glorious morn
follows the nightshift.
Shame it's bedtime

Haiku

Interfering woman
fuming on my behalf
I couldn't care less

Haiku

Girls gather in the canteen
cacophony of noise
talking of boys