Mr. Odd Archive (Onision's Old Website)

Misery In Ignorance

You came home last night,
And I suspect you...
Your strap was down,
So I suspect you.

Yesterday you wore a smile,
Sheltering your ugly face.
You were beautiful once...
The smile made it better,
But now I've lost the taste,
and I wish the trash would take itself out.

I love you for three reasons,
Two of them are worth a lot of money.
I think it's time to leave,
Are you going to pay the taxi man?
I know you have no money,
Yet you get off the charge every time.

Now how do you do that?

11 Months, and two days...
I don't think I will search for another.
You're all the same... right?

I would write love poems for you,
For women...
I wonder how long you would stick around,
Three days? Maybe four?

I guess I'll have to keep on loving your body,
And avoiding your mind, one in... everyone.

This really is just about my issues with girls, boys, people. I really don't like many members of my species due to their deception, dishonesty, and in this poem, infidelity. [shrugs] Sorry girls, but I mean every word of it... until I find someone different, I will continue to think the same way. That's how this is all supposed to work... right?