Shit Talker

you have always been

quite the shit talker

not one syllable out of place

junkie for not showing up where it counts

wearing a heart-shaped box

like a girdle

you’re quite the dick slinger

who won’t eat out much

gotta watch the carbs

you’re not as pretty as you think

because one has to know how to read a menu

smearing lies but she wasn’t born yesterday

she saw what you did

your girl ain’t the sperm burping gutter queen

all that porn you watch would suggest

bedroom sleeze machine

how many cum stained socks is it gonna take

to piss her off

work

gym

repeat

work

gym

 repeat

for the last fucking time she is not made of clay, can’t mold a woman who knows her worth

she’s better than that

throw a few lines

of bad sarcasm in there

to make your girl feel like shit

“how many slices have you eaten?”

“better slow down on that…” as you pinch her muffin top

at a party, room full of unfamiliar glances

not good enough to say “…and this is my wife”

feeling like a cunt ass bitch you just picked up from the corner bar

waits in the car

not noticing she’s been missing for 30 minutes

she’s only there to look good for status

FUCK YOUR STATUS

and fuck all this

she fell to pieces long ago

lump of regret eating her like cancer

a ghost in the rearview

now

like all the other times

lessons has been learned here

if the shoe fits, keep running

(C) S. Lynette, 2023