PEOPLE TALK

People will talk



People talk of beauty.

Stalking E! all day;
The visions of Stephen the horror king
Echoing in your head,
A glass of McDowell's on your jiggly laps;
Drooling at the silicone boobs,
Botox cheeks, silicone buttocks,
Machined tan and raised eyebrows.

People talk of love.

Watching telenovellas:
Eyeing your daughter's friend;
The one with the big mammaries and bum,
Always giggling and jiggling on your chair
That wifey's flabby, relaxed hips have dented.
She's sixteen.

People talk of health.

BH; curling, slow smoke,
Ashtray piled like peanuts.
Ten more to go before lunch.
Liver damage...
you heard Ken's dead...
You struggle in a blur to your bar;
Today's a good day to toast the dead.

People talk of wealth.

You still got a plan in the oven,
Waiting for the right time to pop it.
Your grey hair's on your beard still;
There's still time for a home run.

People talk of God.

Your last prayer leaped out
As the shit struggled out.
"God" you yelled in trickling sweat.
"Jesus" you screamed in piercing agony.
You never said amen, you just flushed.

People, after all, will always talk

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