Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind

Done

Will someone make him
Go away.
I can't stand the sight
Of his face anymore.

His bad breath,
Bad jokes, then
& all the cussing & screaming.
And then he asks me
For money.

People ask
Why I hate men.
And this is why,
You see.

They just want me
For my sex & cash.
I'm done with men…
For now.

Copyright 2006, 2018
By Insomnia
February 6, 2006
8:57 p.m.