Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Hey, where's the booze? Where's the high roof? Don't try and ask me a lot of dumb questions, because the pain now is more than pain. It's a closed door forever, a door that I opened a short time back, but now, I live in the fog of my life.
Sure, I loved her. I've even swore to it and would again in a court of law. She even said many times that she loved me, but friends, let me warn you, the menfolk right here, a slick lizard-of-a-man with a sharp tongue can talk the very blood out of your lover's veins. But with women, they do not have to do such to gain a new lover. No. All that she has to do is wink. Maybe a soft word of truth. The guy's eyes roll around like a gum ball machine.
"Laney," was her name. A lovely name. Her real name was "Linda Michelle," but I loved "Laney," and not just her name, but her hair, eyes, all about her was mine to love. Day in day out. We loved. When I first grew suspicious of her having a new lover, I talked myself out of such stupidity. "Laney" was a true as a nun. And wiser than the Pope. But she fell hard for someone new and that happens every day--it's happening right now. But when I found out the truth, I felt the pain of 100 razor-sharp butcher's knives sticking directly into my heart. Of course that brought on those hot tears that almost dug ditches down my cheeks.
Drama? What drama? Its the way things are. I wouldn't bet that "Laney" calls next week to come by and pack the rest of her things, and I guess that'll be fine, but one thing's for sure. I won't be here. I'm leaving this town, this dirty alley-of-an-apartment. I tell you that in no way that I feel any remorse for this deed.
In the end of things being equal in life, the score said: "Laney" -- 1, Me --0.
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