Hardly Alone

Twenty minutes of fun,
Like a roll in straw,
Or that stuff cows eat,
Forgetting nearly everything.
Elastic temperature rising.

Above your trouser bead line,
Sits some glittery skin,
It shines like a disco ball,
Yet a one man party inside.
Hardly a quiet affair.

It's the glimmer in your eye,
That I died for, again,
Although I should of guessed,
A wonder bra created chest.
Deceiving to say the least.

Somehow I switched off,
In a turned on daze,
Where you stole my heart,
And played your games.
Someone whispered fair play.

A radiating text,
Struck me like a 2p weapon,
Something like hiroshima,
But only metaphorical war.
Hardly a quiet affair.

Smudged eye liner,
Painted a trail of tears,
Along the last victims scratches,
Who called next of kin.
A made up individual.

Picture this scene,
A month or so later,
And a babe was born,
One independant women.
Handfulls of victims.

Clothes on the floor,
Buckets before doors,
A virgin can't stop smiling,
Just stop grinning.
The child cries,

Not something involving me,
But I watched grinning,
Wishing this upon nobody,
Everything I did not see.
Fair enough to watch.