what a man does for happiness

i lived with one woman

before I was married

it was kind of a forced situation

we both needed a place and 

it was easier to split the rent

she liked to run
and drag me to thrift stores

i liked the blow jobs

so I pretended to like the run

and the thrift stores
it worked out that way

I sometimes miss that gal

but it's too bad i couldn't

get over that she gave 

my buddy a blow job

when i spent the night

in the clink

God does exist

he gave me two eyes 
to gaze upon beautiful women with 
two ears to listen to bullshit 
two feet to walk away from the bullshit 
and two hands 


one to masturbate with 
and the other to hold a beer with
plus one ass to sit on to relax 

women and whiskey

Ill never understand women

but I love them

I love them more when

their naked

and even more

when I’m privileged

to be around them naked

nothing like a woman

coming out of the

shower, dripping wet

towel wrapped

around her

exposing just enough

she’s clean from

days past,

just for you

the smell of her hair

her skin

ripe for the taking

no hesitation about

venturing down

and taking her in

getting drunk off her

juices,

ah, like the taste of

an aged whiskey

nothing but complete bliss

but once you try to

understand

it doesn’t matter

how much she showers

the ugliness appears

and her taste

becomes sour

I’m better off with

whiskey

at least I know what

to expect

i remember

we would 
drive around the city
smoking pot
drinking our liquor
always looking
for something to
get into

fights
thievery
broads (especially the broads)

anything to satisfy us

and when we found them (broads)
one after another
we would find our way
deep into the cavity of
their innocence
and then leave with it

and drive on

im running out things i can tolerate

as time goes by

the more of a

grumpy old cunt

I become

I cant stand the way people drive

I cant stand the way some people talk

I cant stand the way people chew their food

I cant stand how these young cats and broads

  walk around entitled

I cant stand how people are getting

   laid more than me

I can’t stand monogamy

I cant stand broads who don’t

   want me

I cant stand television and the media

I cant stand politics, religion and war

but perhaps I’m not tolerated either

i really should listen more

for 3 weeks straight

she called every night

looking to come over

what did I care

I had nothing else going on

I’m not sure why

I never considered myself

a great lover

but one person’s trash

is someone else’s treasure

so maybe I was hers

there would be very little

in conversation

we would strip down

have sex

make some noises

smoke cigarettes

like the orgasms were

all that great

and then just lay there

that was the most real

I ever felt

as her finger tips gently

gently moved

up & down

torso to chest

and back

she would then try to talk

about “us”

future plans

likes

dislikes

I would pretend to listen

as I remain in my own sanctuary

morning would come and she would leave

just as she came

with very little conversation

the phone stopped ringing after a while

I wondered what happened

I guess I should have paid more attention

to what she was saying

weddings are not always fun

i was around 11 when they married

lucky for me I was the best man
what an opportunity for a young

kid

a best man in my step brother’s wedding

I guess what does that say about him

but who cares

didn’t have a fancy bachelor party

or anything but I’m pretty sure

we looked at porn

that seems like a party to a 11 year old

anyway

there I stood

proud in my Woolworth suit

smiling but not understanding what the fuck

was going

a few party goers

6 or so including myself,

my sister

my stepbrother

and  my mother

some cake

and alcohol

years pass and still I’m still

confused

but I adapt

14 years after the wedding itself

I finally asked my mother

why she married her

husband’s son

democracy

“no one pretends that

democracy is perfect”

Sir Winston Churchill

except for those

who are demonstrating

and protesting for a

perfect government

these tweeners

who have yet to live

and feel a sense of

entitlement

are demanding that they

be “handed” their life

instead of working

for it

have they tried

Monarchy

Aristocracy

Oligarchy

Theocracy

the cat and me

she used to be a bad ass

jumping from one

piece of furniture

to the other

always landing

gently

i would watch her

as she would slowly advance

on her prey

and then attack

she was a marvel to watch

she is now getting older

can’t remember where

to piss and shit

can’t remember if she

has been fed

it’s a constant

meow

meow

meow

meow

meow

i yell at her

like she understands

what I’m saying

sometimes

giving her a little

nudge on her

back side

still yet

she continues to

find a spot on

top of me to nestle

she and I are

more alike than

I thought

both just looking to

feel wanted at the

end of the day

no matter what happens

futons and orgams

one simple coffee

was all it was supposed

to be

the one turned into

2, 3, 4

afternoon outings

to various scenic side attractions

the meetings were getting old

time to graduate

to a house

where the seating is more

comfortable

discussions started

in the kitchen

which ended up

on the family couch

which eventually

ended up in the spare

room furnished with

a futon

the orgasms he gave her

over and over again

never less than 3

she said

he was the best

she ever had

ah to be this man

with a magical futon

i think it was from

Boston Interior

when time runs out

When there are no

More poles

No more audience

No film 

And you get

Too fat and too old

To dance your parade

What are you gonna do

It's a good thing your only

Doing this to pay for

School

Soon you'll have your doctorate

I'm not judging you

Because i admire what you do

I can almost rely on it

Your beauty

The way it transcends you

It is your gift

To give people something 

A sense of worth 

While yours slowly slips away

we typically

settle for less
because we become too tired
and too impatient

and When the time comes 
when we find that one
we are already lost

and at that point
we continue to live
alone in the world
we created
dying alone

the sweat runs as clear as my thoughts

she's wearing a sleeveless

low Cut shirt to where

the cleavage is 

her white pants fit well

as you watch her shape 

move gracefully with each step

up the stairs

she moves to her seat

behind the desk

and adjusts herself until 

she's comfortable 

your preoccupied 

with her hair that is 

neatly draped below 

the neckline

every now and then 

she would adjust 

both her position

and her hair

while giving off

a brightening smile 

the humidity in the room

is intensified

there's a free standing

oscillating fan in the corner

and it's just what you need

to get you through

time is on my side

I was a 15 year old kid

trying to fit in

be something other than

the scared little boy

i plotted many times 

in my head how i wanted

to gather all those

friends an families

who I disliked

and made me feel

like shit 

into the square and 

make them all go away

luckily I was never

able to get them all in

the Same place 

at the Same time

they eventually

all went away on their own

and continue to disappear

as time moves forward

and I didn't have to 

do a goddam thing 

cafe broad

reddish hair


a better looking 


Lindsey Lohan broad


sitting across
 from me 
in her little 
brown tank top


with her boyfriend


he's talking to some 
older guys
 
she seems to have 


no interest in them


she knows I'm staring
 at her breasts
 
getting my kick 


for the day


but she just looks back at me 

i'm not sure why


i have nothing to stare at


but it's better 


than being slapped

i had nothing to write about so i wrote this

got home from work

had a snack

hugged and kissed the girls

starting cleaning

cooked some dinner

ate some dinner

cleaned up after dinner

went for my obligatory 2 mile speed walk

rubbed my some-what

hairy tummy to see what’s left

moved the lawn

watered the lawn

got high

watered the lawn again

took a shower

grabbed a beer

sat down

dusted myself off

told myself you won’t  ever be that movie star

and then laid back and smiled

the truth of it

I actually don’t like

or care for anyone

it’s easier that way

no pain

no rejection

no expectations

inanimate objects

Alcohol

Marijuana

Cats

Dogs

Fish

Birds

do make the best

of companions

thanks for sharing

I was talking to this guy


we talked broads, work 


and other shit that don't matter


he shared that he does not


like Middle Eastern cats 


because they feel entitled


i laughed because i thought


he was fucking around


he knows i'm Middle Eastern


and not because of my ugly
 Armenian traits 

but because
 he knows me 


then i figured he just doesn't
 like me as me 


but whatever the case


when the day comes and 


he wakes up 

with his 
balls hanging from his lobes


and his little cock stuffed


in his mouth


that will give him a more 


valid reason to dislike 


the Middle Eastern population


until then, Kenats't (cheers)

its not the size

i met a little person

the other night


he was about 6'2 235 pounds
 

simple minded fuck


it would have taken one shot 

to the knee 
to capsize him


but i had no time for it


i had another drink to order

just because


i write poetry

does not make me soft

just because you write gangsta rap

does not make you hard

just because you got some sort of degree

does not make you smarter than me

just because you have money

does not make you entitled

just because you are involved with organized religion

does not make you a good person

just because you speak

does not make you heard



only fact is a lion is a lion

at the top of the food chain

and ill react as i see fit for survival

I can be...



a cold hearted
 Son of a bitch

without a care

about the homeless

the poor

the jobless

the sick

the suicidal

the ones who succeed

at suicide

Death

i just don't care

their problems do

not impact me

i cannot let their 
problems
rain on
 my parade

I have enough

shit of my own

to deal with


like i said 

I can be a cold hearted

Son of a Bitch 

and that's how it is