Stoopid Boy

I have a certain affection

In a little section of my heart

Much like an infection

For a tart

Sweet as a peach

But dumb as a brick

Sick enough to inflict

Every sadness

To get his eyes wet

And play a part

In the game of pain

And heartache.

Though you feel the need

To spread your seed

Filling the holes of the soulless

I can’t tell you what to do

So I sit back and watch

You live by your crotch

Adding another notch to your belt

And welt to your name

Losing your pride

You grow emptier inside

Until you’re all dried up

Wondering why

It feels like you’re dying

Because you are