care

care is a four lettered word that you haven't become acquiainted with yet you know the rest they role off of your tongue with such ease, greasy and sweaty miserable murmurings of a miserable man your hair is slick with the heat as you kneel down your body is fat from too many hotdogs and beer guzzling contests you whisper disgusting words into her pretty little ears pleading and praying for forgiveness you smell of tarnished hearts and old chili a mixture that confuses and degrates you move towards her telling her its all her fault that you live in a nickel and dime shack with ten children and a dog you tell her it's her fault you can't get a job, that there is no food on the table, and that she caused the beginning and the end to all wars if she could just see it your way. everything would be all right you promise if she becomes your yes man you will worship the very feet you kick and step on you will love her smile, the very one you tell her to wipe off her face, when you screw up. her body will be your temple, the very temple you moleste until she begs for your forgiveness for she has sinned its never you its always her. care is a four letter word she hasn't become acquainted with. Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 01:31 PM PST, melissa upfold   0 • 1