Cornered by Ambition

My grip on ambition is slowly loosening

each passing day is relentless toil

all the trappings are out of reach

the procrastination of my youth shames me

my current destination appalls me.

No more irons in the fire

reticent from being burnt in the past

by my own laziness.

Blame the world

from behind my directionless life

heading towards a forgetful oblivion.

A strong man wants to be remembered

by making his mark

so he’ll be talked about in years to come

like all my heroes

but only one in a million is a hero

leaving many thousands of cowards.

Maybe I can write my way out of this

avoid this faceless future

leave my mark

get the respect I crave from those I despise

or just give up

and await retirement.

Beautiful Waste

Golden brown locks
brush against those caramel cheekbones
framing those lips
which could unlock a million zips
and take her away from this life
but instead she's on her knees
with another blue collar joe
and his friends
waiting their turn
to screw this beauty
with their calloused cocks.
She should be with the men she idolises
from the screen
the sports field
who can bang her into the magazines
where she belongs
far away from these dirt encrusted cretins
who streak her mascara
unload disease inside her
but the chlamydia is nothing
it can be treated
unlike the genetic curse of the small town
for which there is no cure.