Crack

I’m a crack whore.
There, I said it.
Shit! That it should come to this.

When did life become living for the next hit?
Ignoring responsibilities for brain-numbing activities;
neglecting the ones we purport to love.
No lingering cuddles as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Instead of reaching out to each other,
we reach for the WordCrack stats.
Just a little comment – housekeeping.
Have you washed the clothes? Oops! I forgot.
I was busy shooting up my next poem.

SimCrack Freeplay in lieu of foreplay.
Can’t let ‘my people’ go hungry.
It’s 4pm. Have you eaten today?
Oops! I forgot.

The dog has escaped. Did you not fix the fence?
Never mind the dogs – I need my Crack Heroes Saga.
Got to stop the frogs stealing water on this level.
Oops! I forgot. Must keep my fluid levels up!

Let’s go out to dinner tonight.
Once, eyes met across the table,
glazed with passion as hands were held.
Now hands hold phones
and eyes glaze as fingers fly.
I don’t know about you,
but I’m having the cold turkey.

You’re having CandyCrack?
Just dessert?

I have a Brazilian

I have a Brazilian.
It’s not what you think;
I’m happy to be hairy –
though I do keep it neat.
Beach ready?
Always…
I don’t need a shaven haven
to determine that.
My Brazilian is in the form
of a regular here.
One who’s shown up on my stats
throughout the year.
I’d like to say a big thank you –
for taking interest in my scribbleydoo –
I just don’t know who you are,
but you’re in third place so far!
It would be nice if once or twice
you said ‘hello’ in order to show
your identity. 🙂
Before I go
I’d just like to say –
Obrigada / Obrigado
Life goes on, brah!
La la how the life goes on

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