The Bench

The Bench

 

I sat on a bench for an hour

ugly dogs and sad people 

grey men with bad backs 

carrying shit and ancient thoughts 

I wonder about a blonde lady

was she the one who gave blowjobs and never made you call her

I wonder how long he will take to realize he’s gay

or hates his father

or both

how much of that college degree do you really use?

do you feel pretty today?

does your ass look good in the mirror?

who tells you that you look beautiful in the morning?

ever fuck a hooker?

she has feelings to you know?

so do I, on this sad park bench

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