below average, a poem.

I wonder what
my other Selves
would say to me….

“You say you sex
less than three men
a week?….

“You must sexually starved.”

I say,

“the quality is OK,
but everyone knows your name….”

“although they hit the spot, some of
them will
dull your spirit
and consume you like poppers….”

“and the homeless suffer more….”

But of course, they wouldn’t listen.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.