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Frauds & Old Broads

I’m too old for this bullshit”

At least that’s what I say

While muttering under my breath

Judging the other old broad

Who is simply clinging to dreams

Long since shattered by genes

and drugs

and other people’s opinions…

“I am too old for this bullshit”

I keep telling myself these lies

While I, too, am just as insecure

Aging not as fast as the other bird

But clinging fast to a pipedream

Fostered by hard work

and artifice

and expensive fucking fillers…

“We are both frauds, you and I”

I will say I’m almost 50

while I pop my heart meds

and stare at my smooth face

in the mirror

made deceptively young

while my insides rot away

like everybody else’s…

“We are both frauds, you and I”

Hiding your real birthday

popping your pills

photoshopping your wrinkles

in photos

made deceptively young

while your soul rots away

with your own delusions…

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But the biggest truth this old bitch can spew:
I am still glad I am nothing quite like you

That, too, is fraudulent,

we’re both the same

The only difference

Lies in our pain.

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Ode To The Rude

Ode To The Rude

Have a care, I must report
Think hard before you retort
For I am simply not the sort
To hold my tongue in vain

While trying not to analyze
The scads of perfect alibis
How shocking that they all tell lies!
But they always sound the same-

While again I try to reason
Something smells a lot like treason
I think it might be wabbit season
On the maniacally insane

Look to the bedbugs in your bed
Do roll your eyes at THEM instead
Bravado masks the social dread
Can one quiver with disdain?

The moral of this short discourse:
While others may display remorse
What separates an ass from a horse:
Horses don’t scheme & beg for pain…

 
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