Happy Lives
Look how happy they are
Fucking passionately, fucking long and hard, moaning like suffocating animals
Because they are so lonely
They don’t want to cum
Because there’s nothing after
Empty kisses
Sickly sweat and semen
Dripping on them like wet mold
They say I love you
And stare into each other’s eyes
Thinking I wish we could fuck again
Because I already am starting to feel lonely
Because they are so lonely that
If biology didn’t conserve them
They’d fuck until they die
Instead they put on their clothes
Go their separate ways
He to his desk job
Where he makes PowerPoints
On screw lengths and watches porn
During his lunch break
Left lonelier than when he began
She to her sales job
Getting varicose veins at 25
Because she stands all day
And fantasizes about every single dick
She rings up
They come home at night
Get drunk and high and smile
With weary, bloodshot eyes
And she sucks his dick
And he’s too lazy to eat her out
And they fuck tiredly
A little less passionately
Not quite as long and hard
Moaning like barrel-chested men with COPD
Then they grow old
The labia of her vagina
Hanging like saggy tits
His penis shriveling
Smaller than her clit
They start smelling
Like kitty litter full of shit and piss
And dead dog when it’s left out in the rain
Their skin hangs
Like suicide
Fat folds to the ocean waves’ envy
They stop shaving and start losing hair
Teeth yellow and bones brittle
They don’t want to fuck
They can’t
So they sit wrinkled in their wheelchairs
Saddled with belly and booze
Smelling like weed and cigars
That let them forget loneliness
Almost as long as sex
And watch a sitcom through crumbs, cough, and haze
About young people
Falling in love and fucking
Until the sun rises
Without saying a word to each other
