You can lack morality all you like
Spread your filth all over that town
Muck it the fuck up with your angst about life
About how everyone has treated you so poorly
Cry at your weakest moments
Then shout when you believe you have been wronged!
Nobody is paying attention to you anyway
Even the prostitute you slept with last night
Thinks you lack gratitude.
Thick and heavy lies go to the most innocent of souls
Where you justify your actions
With everything that has happened to you.
A part of you lies on a dock
At a summer home
Where your parents nearly let you drown.
I don’t know if it has ever occurred to you
But you have never stopped
He lies in a bed with a woman
With conviction, he will not leave her side
No matter what she has done
Or ever said to him
And it has been plenty.
Everyone in his life
Has told him over and over
To get rid of her
But he absolutely will not.
Until the day this man dies
He will love this woman
Lose friends over her.
Because once his father walked out
On him, his mother, and siblings
So he knows what it feels like
To be left
And he hated it.
She brushes her hair one morning
It all begins to fall out
On the ground around her.
She screams and cries
Stops brushing in hopes it will stop
But it doesn’t.
She now sits in the chair
Staring at her bald head
Wondering if she will ever look human again.
Because in the standard version of beaty
She is supposed to have hair
Supposed to be thin
Supposed to wear makeup.
Right now she struggles to live
She battles with cancer
Which is taking all preconceived notions of beauty
And throwing them out the window.
She has to think she is beautiful