Brent watched her hips sway as she walked away
Lust pumped through his veins, leaving little blood for his brain
Urges finally broke his feet free and he started to follow
She spun around on her left foot, stopping him in his tracks
He felt his lust dissolve and rush to his cheeks as she put her hands on those hips
Despair drained what was left of Lynda’s ambition
Even when she looked at all she had accomplished
Everything seemed so meaningless in the grand scheme of things
Perhaps that was the real reason to keep going though
Cliff threw up both of his middle fingers
Really he wished he had more hands to flip the bird with
Asking how the idiot in front of him was even allowed to breath
Simple Darwinism should have taken care of that idiot long ago
Still his reflection didn’t seem to flinch
Debts keep climbing the walls of financial stability
Assaulting sensibility with extreme prejudice
Not leaving wiggle room as people squirm under the pressure
Can you hear Nero fiddle as flames of destruction grow?
Even as we sing the Genesis tune, “I can’t…”
Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time
Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom
Couldn’t he leave for work already? He’s going to be late.
Until he leaves I’m not leaving here. I need to find my center. I need to…
She threw up in the toilet again. At least maybe it was his.
Stammering for attention in this internet age
Tasked with giving birth to a meme or a viral video
Until you realize that virus must be incubated in your blood, sweat, and tears
Two a.m. and still nothing to unleash on YouTube or Pintrest
Terrified that creativity has decided to leave you for that cute red head at Starbucks
Even though you have picture of creativity and a goat doing creative things
Realizing that goat was your meal ticket you wait your accolades, or did you…
Mortal though she may be
Obviously she has super powers
The ability to absorb pain and suffering with a single kiss
Hearing so acute that she doesn’t miss a whisper from a mile away
Eyesight so keen that she can actually see through and around solid objects
Remember that your mom is a superhero!
Blue eyes staring out over the choppy waves
Longing for a sight of something solid on the horizon
And seeing nothing interrupting the embrace of sky and sea
Nervously the eyes blink, hoping for a sign
Knowing there would be nothing
Ascending the ladder to the second floor
Steve hoped no one was watching
Silently he opened the window
Emily should be asleep in the bed just across the room
Making love to her tonight would be his reward
Emergency crews were soon on the scene while Emily looked on from across the street
Hurrying down the path, Corry tried to keep his stride even
Underneath all his calm, cool, and collected there was an emptiness
Now he was so close he could taste his release
Giving into his desire, he consumed the last hundred meters
Entering the boathouse he pulled out his rowing shell, savoring the feel of the oars
Rowing was the only thing that satisfied him
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