13 January 2013
He was indifferent to all that jealousy would rule Said he was wise, yeah he was somebody's fool
He played the cheat He played it sweet A conscience was all that was missing Never any emotions nor any feelings
He would stalk the bars He would spin the yarns To end the night with something on each arm
The years had past They come and went too fast Still playing catching up from 1st to last The wisest bet always takes on odds, if asked
Now time and gravity had caught his luck No gym, no cream nor dye would cover up His torso was cracked, lined and failing his years He mourned at odds with his youthful fears
Always a short term sinner Never a long time winner Always a mask to hide a barrier Never a smile unless the odds were narrower
A playboy bunny man in an orange boiler suit Chained to a mask of one night pursuits With shackles and chains to win or to lose In an old photograph at a retirement home for the recluse
Memoirs. Insane. Insomnia. Deranged. Complaints. Complaints. Complaints. Groundhog Day dementia re-arranged.
A tattoo on his left forearm read: "Help! I've lost my friends and bed" It looked like a woman with a scroll and heart: faded black from red The other arm had something else.....but......that's all that she remembered
Playboy • Opuss № I