White Hairs

Posted: May 8, 2014 in Poetry
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I fear them

when in a social setting

I watch their antics

I internalize their actions

worry, concern, second-guessing

until someone adores them

I fear them more

for what they will do with such a delightful piece of ass

only, what I might become

lonely, a facade, driven by surface level passions

I won’t become them

no sugar daddy here

though the fantasy always remains strong

that, um, piece of ass scenario

looms in my eyes

in the immediacy of your sauntering legs

demonstrating elegance

while I keep on eye on the white hair

on the other side of the bar

eyeing you as well

with a pocketful of cash

I fear them

in their armor

white hairs.

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