User

Lame brain loser;

No name, vain, game abuser.

Slow dance, fancy pants crank apologist;

Odd duck con artist; wanna-be martyr.

Bartering for sticks so he can burn down the village he called home;

Shit-he-can't-finish-starter.

Partner to poppycock "probablies"

All of these my lot. I'm lost, wallowing in motley crock of costs, alone.

Garnered gorey gardens, growing ever larger;

Gorgon that turned itself to stone;

Moron, whore to yonder morrow,

Borrowing more and more, imploring unknowns,

Pondering sorrows.

Home in dungeons filled with pungent scent

Of undressed flesh and bone.

Sickened, spitting image of a dimwit

Pseudo-wisdom slinger,

Whimpering to a who's who of drooling ghosts.

Usury of uncouth truths he spoke.

Used up used-to-be,

Lunatic, ruled by smoke.

I broke the only promises I ever should've kept,

And crept, unkempt, intentionally,

Meddling in milieus, left bereft of friendship

Growth, and hope.