Not much I could do
She was out of my league
Pretty sure she didn’t know
My soul filled with intrigue
Flashing my humble smile
Women don’t fall in love with wit
Transitioning my pride
In this world, I appear wholly unfit
Snark doesn’t make you what you want to be You’re infatuated with being cool throughout Constantly proving your wit for all to see Reality is you’re hiding & putting your soul in doubt
Surviving by the bright light of day
Pouring coffee directly into my weary eyes
Can’t sleep at night since I must remain alert
Anxious; trying to hide my soul’s invisible cries
Gathering my wits to merely successfully exist
Waiting for the other shoe to drop & Hell to begin
Tired of cowering away in forgotten silence
Appearing strong since no one sees the enemy within
Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystal The fancy stuff from our Wedding day Leaving behind clothing as we speak Your look disregards anything I have to say
My eyes are up here, my beautiful Bride Please focus on my charm & wit I can tell you only desire one thing But first lady, you’re going to have to submit
I can’t swim that far No use for a sailor like me Floating with the jetsam Without the pomp or jubilee This grey cell rocking On each & every wave At the whim of nature I pray for Jesus to save A daily grind in hell No time for witty quips This a mere life raft For the Devil’s Flagship