LIKE AN ITCH

It's like an itch.
There are these pains
irritations
pressures
frustrations
that seem to be relieved
only by intensification.

Like an itch.
It's small
and irritating
and you scratch it,
you tear at it,
to make it go away.

And like an itch,
the pressure on my eyes seems like
it will only be relieved
by pressing them into my skull.

CAN YOU MAKE

The question:

Can you make it?
Can you make her?
Can you make her like you
in like five minutes?

Because that's all a guy needs.

He needs to know that he's still got it
and by it I mean
the ability to make it,
to make her like him
in the same amount of time
it takes him to decide
she's not worth it.

EVEN WEAKER SET

Leaving behind a fresh batch of
“I already know how tonight plays out,”
I drive across town to
beg for scraps
(as that’s all my stomach can handle these days,
Scraps, that is)

Tomorrow will be another test,
Multiple choice:
a) Procrastinate
b) Masturbate
c) Try to get a job
d) Prove my worth in society
e) A and B
f) C and D

Women are the weaker sex,
they say,
they being people in general
not the women themselves,
most of the time,
But when I wake up
with whiskey breath
that taste of death
I have to reconsider
because

if a man wins the bread
and pays all his debts
I guess I’m cast(e) of some third,
even weaker set