I never go unshaven
My hair is well kempt
And I have a shower everyday
I always dress smart
Ad look the part
But still
I never catch a girls eye
No matter how I try.
So why do I see scruffy slobish men
Out with pretty women
Everywhere I go
If I'm doing something wrong
Can someone please let me know.
For it seems the scruffier you are
The more desirable you may be
I don't like to judge anyone
But why does no one want me.
I'm told women like bad boys
I'm no angel but not bad
Im not going to change for anyone
But it makes me really sad.
I'm just a desirable toy for their amusement
They discard when they have had enough
While I just want to settle down
But don't feel good enough.
Love and romance seem a thing of the past
For me
Im getting older
And I feel time is running out fast.
I exist and do not live
Biu still have so much to give.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. Oct.
Categories:
scruffier, blue, desire, loneliness, lonely,
Form: Free verse
The Nit nurse would come around once a month
To my primary school usually after lunch
We'd all queue up in a line
All the kids and friends of mine.
One by one the nurse would examine our hair
Once in a while the scruffier one's in the class
Were given a brown paper bag and letter for their mum
And told to run home fast.
You could say I was a bit slow
But it took me years before I got to know what was in that
Brown paper bag.
I never got one myself
My hair must have been in perfect health
But I don't know why but I'm suddenly beginning to itch
I swear and it's not just my hair
Do you feel itchy now too?
OOh.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
Categories:
scruffier, hair, humor, humorous, imagination,
Form: Free verse