self-betrayal

knew a man who’d

been around the block &

it’d be ok to say it---

was one of those guys

that wore his f***s on

his sleeve, like they’d

been going out of style &

he’d jump at the chance to

talk about them any

chance he got.

 

not all aspects of the

disgusting are so &

the rule applied to him,

for such pertinent information

can in fact be produced

by the most obviously

insecure & powerless---

in showing this he

said that they’d be the first

to change themselves for him,

that they’d curb all their

dreams to offer themselves up &

that like a snakecharmer

he had it down flat---

he could pinpoint the moment

when she would melt,

he could pinpoint the time

when she’d put herself on the

shelf to bow to his every need

&

such self-betrayal was the

makings of a perfect way

to use anyone he saw fit

in order to get just exactly what

he wanted,

until he was bored &

then he’d cut them off & burn them,

tossing them in the past,

“winning’ as he saw it, every single time,

because with each new experience came

a way to further sharpen his seductive

wit, charm & inevitable

success in the

hunt.