fishing

I could land them

but I could never

find the way to keep them

maybe it was my way of talking

that not give a fuck thing

I had going back then

some said it was my bedroom eyes

but they came they went

maybe I was no good at the sex thing

so few of us are

according to the women’s magazines

useless at commitment

was a word that got flung around

but I didn’t care there were always more

fish in the sea

more of me

to fritter away slowly surely

into decay

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