Saturday Nights are for Fighting

Saturday Nights are for Fighting

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe

The irrepressible fact that f*****g you will make me want it again in the morning. Part 4

Sleeping beauty
That's the only words
Four coast toast breaching
Last nights piece
Put on a new coat in the AM
But after midnight
Sound abatement and swinging dick
What took that smile away from me
Say you're lying if you weren't having a good time
Got enough to do but always want more
Denial when I look at you
Would probably take a miracle or crisis
Christ, its just sex
Dogs do it in public
The response of so do people isn't all that impressive
Rape culture for all its worth
Proven fact that we all fit together
Bits and pieces
Sequins on the floor
Tell me life ain't grand
We've all got our fantasies
That's the f*****g problem
Where I hold my hands
Take back tire and saddle leave you crippled
Flash cat man
Where we stand
It hurts to be so in demand
Out of school
Teacher's companion
Journal of orders and affairs
Happy to be in the in crowd
Happy to be another smiling face
I've got padded pockets
And a lot of time to waste
I tell her
Spend it on me
What are you supposed to do when lonely

© 2013 CharlyeMonroe

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Added on March 17, 2013
Last Updated on March 17, 2013



San Francisco, CA

Writer/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..