Shawn Michael Quinn: There'll Always Be Someone...

Things whisper themselves into me, my brain

Like dreams not worth dreaming

Or dead people still breathing

Or things not to try for

Things not to care for

Like poetry, love or myself

Money is good

So are nice cars and houses

Families too!

Oh, and giving your breath away

Cynical, am I?

No, well maybe

I think I’m just tired of life and bullshit

Of wasting my time thinking about life and its bullshit

I’m out of shape

And know the reasons why I should get in shape

I just don’t care

I act like I do, but I don’t

There will always be someone to fuck

With or without these bitch tits

Or a beer belly

So if she leaves me, I’ll get another

And if she doesn’t leave

She may fuck someone else

But chances are, I’ll never know

I wonder if I would care

Or just care about the thought of it

One day (If I live that long)

I’ll get old and people will expect it

A fat belly, a drooping face, bitch tits

And a wrinkled dick

And of course, death

But I have from now until then

To lie to them

And act as if I know I should be concerned

My back hurts because I can’t shit

It’s funny how everything loses it’s importance when

You can’t take a good shit

Shawn Michael Quinn