No matter how old I become I’m still searching; I’m still seeking Obtaining considerable sums With any passion, go ahead & start peeking
I’m not one to judge an attitude I can be sinful so I won’t go there I’m no Christian Grey, but I’m no prude If you come unannounced, you’ll find me rather bare
Flirting with a literary-inclined woman Sitting puzzled by the glances she took Wondering what’s swirling in her mind Guessing she’s judging based on my books
Worshiping the lady’s flesh I am not divine, yet hope she might be Kissing before daylight, the way we used to Adjusting to my senses; that I might finally see
Erratic rumblings first thing in the morning Thoughts all aglow from castiron candlesticks Sunrise hasn’t interrupted my intercession Another cup of coffee might ease my ticks
After watching too many hectic movie scenes A set of expectations upon our furrowed brow But I need to recede into my own soul Let us return to existing in the here & now
You’re happiest when spooning a salted bourbon & I’m certainly not one to overtly judge But I’m at a crossroads in this life From that woman; my heart defiantly won’t budge
This head won’t be controlled
There’s no way you can tame
Wild by its very nature
Sweet by any other name
Don’t judge me, lady
Savage, feral & barbaric for sure
My words might be, but my
Hair’s anything but demure
Quietly, the most awkward person I know Never sure how to handle a situation Constantly judging myself & my actions Forcing myself deeper into this alienation Watching all the pretty people succeed Just trying to survive, I’m happy I’m still here No one wants to discuss the darkness within But here I am, attempting to confront my fears
I’m spilling my martini
Like a drunken lout
Don’t judge me, lady
Know not what I’m about
Merely seeing my words
You only know what I tell
I’ve never revealed scars
Or invited you to my hell

Those words come to me in those coffee dreams
A spontaneous marvel of literary delight
There’s a difference between manufactured beauty
& a real beauty, founded by nature’s authentic right
But I can’t explain the nuances with the definition
I’m not one to judge such subjective whims
Focusing on my own qualms & dangling thoughts
Let us sit, pour another cup, let’s solve these problems
I’m not bothered by such trifling issues as rules
Let them worry about my intents & being misconstrued
I let my chosen pages explain all I’m willing to
I’m more concerned if that pot has finished it’s brew
I’m not good at keeping secrets My face said all that needed to be said I’m judging all the stupid people I refuse to be soft & cuddly instead
We have too many selfish people In a time of catastrophe worldwide Worried about their own cabin fever Not the repercussions of this time & tide
I called you a fucking moron But you said I was a little vague You’re commingling with society In the midst this Nebonic Plague
I’m from the Fred Durst part of Florida Not known by the likes of Joe Exotic & the ignorant coeds on Spring break Licking doorknobs or whatever they find erotic
I’m on lockdown, cautiously watching the news Florida’s redneck population can be embarrassing I’m peeking out from between my fingers But you still won’t find me watching the Tiger King