copy and paste
lines from old poems
few folks read them
anyway

and my life
doesn't change
a stranger
at a dinner party

a stranger
on a boat
keeping socially afloat
through consumption of bad beer

in the bedroom
women come and go
asking for things they'll never know
leaving evenings broken on the tiles

i fall in love
i lose control
i promise nothing and give it all
and part with a melancholy smile

i only got
a few years left
a few more if i'm blessed
and then i'll quietly expire

a woman'll be waiting
at the door
she may not love me anymore
but she will still be there with a smile

or am i in denial
am i just a penis with a head
and a few clever lines i may've once said
to whet her appetite for power