quit the game, bro
you insist on throwing yourself
at the twenty somethings
as if that thick wad in your pocket
will compensate for your grey shriveled balls
and those eyes dance
like you once did in the day
only now you are reduced to
morning dosages of geritol.
© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
…poetry handcrafted from the inside of bars…
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