NEW POETIC ORDER

I can’t define what is good nor what is bad,

I’m too lost in my confusion, lonely and sad,

So I do silly things in the heat of the moment,

Being childish, queer, reckless and flamboyant. 

Anything and everything for a little attention,

Drinking, smoking, stripping and did I mention,

Sex with strangers, requited love, fulfilled lust,

Life was never fair, but in my actions I’ll make it just. 

They say the heart is a lone hunter,

Well my spear just keeps getting blunter,

These people: lovers, family and friends,

Attached by strings with frayed ends.

Well what more can I say,

I’ve had an alright day,

Somethings could have been better,

Would of been nice to recieve a love letter.