Nothing But A Piece Of Worthlessness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The value of your worthlessness,
May be more than you deserve.

The richness of your spoiledness,
Has left a texture on my nerves.

The Summer of my discontent,
Keeps you prioritized as a leech
Of my stolen peace.

I allowed you to enter my life unidentified!
And now I wish I had hid from your reach.
At least found somewhere else,
To dignify and uplift...
A moment spent downsizing my pride.

I admit to experiencing loneliness.
And seeking someone special to entertain.

I admit to flirting at the local bar.
With desires for sex on my mind to obtain!

But why was it 'you'...
I found attractive enough,
To allow myself to screw.

When you care less who you do!
Or who it is with.
As long as they give you five minutes.
Buy you a drink and with them you split.
And I had to witness you do it!

You are nothing but a piece of...
Worthlessness!

'And you...
Are not?
Were you looking for a virgin,
To satisfy your urge?
With moralized fantasies pleased...
Until the climaxing of them stop?
Are you the better whore,
Who prefers not to be ignored? '