Second Best at Best
Another loves her, one with better teethAnd posture, I suppose, a vigorous
And solvent man. Not my type:
Blemished, broke, and sluggish,
And his penthouse probably is nicer
Than this basement room. A poor
Man cannot make the payments
Which would let him have a jewel.
An old man can't satisfy the urges
Of an ingenue, and looking out at
Others' footwear isn't quite so
Satisfying as a splendid mountain
View. I guess she'll go. I guess she
Should, and I'll be left alone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-01-30 at 01:25
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