Nobody Cries


There once was a man, a dreamer was he,
But a bigger waste of space there never will be.

He was all about himself, every thought, ever action he took,
His kin, his friends were all props to be used in his story book.

When God rationed out all human qualities divine,
This man surely must have been in the back of these lines.

He had no use for women 'cept take them to bed,
And to repeatedly beg their charity to keep roof over head.

Sailing through life on other people's good will,
The kind of man that disappeared in a store when the cashier rung up the bill.

Dancing, drinks and three hundred dollar shoes were a must,
Walk into his house and it surely would be a bust.

Appearence was everything and the parties would never end,
Until when his golden years were no longer just around the bend.

His money didn't go as far, his pockets dried up,
The plastic smiles disappeared, and Oh so abrupt.

His last trips around the sun, he cries "Woe is me!",
He no longer thinks he was cunning, now he sees.

With nothing but time to sit and reflect,
His last days in this realm are filled with regret.

This man lays there waiting as he dies,
No one to send him, and nobody cries.


-Genevieve.



I wrote this today after dealing with douche bag after douche bag, I do this to prevent turning into a douche bag myself lol :p