Cherries in the rain.
Brightest clothes contain
All fattened, bloated, bulbous twats,
To everyone’s disdain.
Or…
Trousers or the gym,
Fine muscles packed within.
A pretty ass that’s worth a pass?
A face thats fucking grim
With…
Couples holding hands,
All making future plans.
I’m not quite sure? They’re rich or poor?
Straight/ gay or fucking trans?
I’m…
Sitting here to judge.
Although I don’t begrudge,
Their days. Not mine, I’m doing fine.
As through grey days they trudge!
