The Bump

The Bump I kiss a lady for the first time in the mouth- which I do now so a few And I wonder with my wits not a fool could do what I do. Forgotten how it felt to be cold and sleepy and mostly lonely I then embrace what I saw disgusting and blunt; what other people would do. I take around of scorch and make rounds for others to soak in booze And in a circle I throw words to squash their manhood- that’s what I do. And I would do for the man to his wife what a man could not do And couldn’t care less what the fury inside ‘em would do Spare life; it fades away in the shimmer of others success Staring in disarray is the best I could do Standing- I can’t remember myself on my own spoilt feet. I just appreciate the few that stayed by me- I do. -+