She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour

 

She Left Me For A Guy Named Parkour

 

She left me for a guy named Parkour

and I don’t want to even spend a goddamn second

eventually realizing what that’s supposed to mean

 

Ouch

 

Your ass is not a park bench, Helen

You don’t have to let some acrobatic prick….

No, you’re absolutely right

That has absolutely nothing to do with me anymore

 

It’s just

I don’t, you know

Parkour

Really?

 

In Orwell’s 1984

they had Hate Week

but Trump’s turned Hate Week

into a 364 day holiday

 

so in our 2018

we’re left with Ouch Night

when we can’t sleep

and we’re writing to keep

our guts from falling out

or we’re re-watching those

Bionic Woman/Six Million Dollar Man

love story episodes

in order to make it through

the slow crawl into the next morning

 

We get to scream, Ouch

for all those things that won’t let us sleep

and which we need to be true

like the Lock Ness Monster

and true love

 

We scream Ouch!

in the middle of the night

because it’s necessary

and appropriate

and who the fuck’s going to stop us, anyway?

 

Parkour

Oh yeah, I forgot about that prick

This world is filled with parkours

 

Ouch