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Slowly they add up.

It is easy to get addicted.

So easy to let the thought

Oh it is only a dollar

sway your decision.

Then you add them up.

Higher and higher the total becomes.

These micro aggressions

turn into Micro Transgressions!

Small enough

she only fits on one leg.

When she gets older

she will cover the entire lap.

Until then I will enjoy the purrs

while she enjoys the pets.

Unpredictable.

Who am I going to be?

What will I write about today?

The muse strikes.

I am happy with the unknown.

Journeying along shaky edges.

Am I you?

Or are you me?

I am not unknown

but neither am I liked.

I am treated with kindness

or more often disdain.

If I become too bold

and yell myself out

there are those who slap me

expecting me to shut up.

This world needs me.

It just does not understand why.

How sexy is the vagina.

You play with my clitoris.

Masturbate my vulva.

Go around my cervix.

Penetrate my labia.

Making

me

Cum!

Pimples, pimples

Rah rah rah.

Pimples, pimples

hah hah hah.

Ohhhh I hate pimples!

Friends get hurt.

People are callous.

I was just joking!

Laughs are nervous.

No one wants to get Involved.

More friends get hurt.

The Game is no longer fun.

Do I accept my incompetence

at managing my budget?

My financial status is a sorry sight.

Do I give in to the temptation

of asking for help?

Yet again?

Or do I tough it out and let my family suffer?

I learn from the courses,

but the lessons do not stick.

I am in need of an accountant

who will only let me have my “allowance”.

I think I am doomed!

A temporary girlfriend!

Friends with benefits?

Fuck buddies!

A lover in modern times?

Why do all these terms

not include the feelings

of those involved?

It is passionate

or compassionate

and it is done with love.

It is not just the brush

It is the user.

Emotionally challenged.

Not sure she has the strength

to move forward with messy hair.

Comments will be made

but most of them

will be brushed aside.