Glancing out the window

Cherries in the rain.

Brightest clothes contain

All fattened, bloated, bulbous twats,

To everyone’s disdain.


Trousers or the gym,

Fine muscles packed within.

A pretty ass that’s worth a pass?

A face thats fucking grim


Couples holding hands,

All making future plans.

I’m not quite sure? They’re rich or poor?

Straight/ gay or fucking trans?


Sitting here to judge.

Although I don’t begrudge,

Their days. Not mine, I’m doing fine.

As through grey days they trudge!

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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