Sour

I never knock on doors.

I started walking around my town, a few weeks past;

I had become very lonely.

Suddenly the automobile of the woman that I love

became repetitively parked in front of a house

that I knew to be populated with assholes.

Over time, the other cars left and did not return, save hers.

So I started walking in the early hours of the morning

in order to be more healthy,

and time after time, random patterns took me to that street.

She swore to me that nothing was going on.

She drives a car and I walk on my feet,

and still every time I make my feet walk to the house, her car is there.

So this is what you want out of life?

Some smarmy piece of shit who doesn’t see his own children?

Someone who will buy you chemicals enough to bury your conscience?

You are fucking welcome.