Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

by Bertrand Hustle

I am so worthless
that i cannot even sell myself
in the market.

I feel like a guilty
fornicator
after making love
to myself.

I wouldn't
want me to be
the mother of my children.

Neither would my children
's children,
children.

I am a guilty
fornicator.
And a debater.
A rollerskater
in an age of in-line blades.

The mother of my children
wouldn't want me.
To be.

Or not
to flee.
That is
this is
the correction.

Poor Echo!
Why does the jerk gets all the ink?

interesting poem e-dog