'cos i lost my balls
in the great disaster
and i covered it up
with a sticking plaster
and the girls all know
and the boys all say
i had it coming anyway
got an image burned into my brain
it's her on her back
with her legs wrapped round me
toes clenched tightly
nostrils flaring
felt that coming anyway
it's a love turned porno
spirits weeping
drained me dry
and left me creeping
naked in the slime and muck
and all she gave me was a fuck
older, wiser, far less pretty
hard in the eyes and weak as putty
i'll be your candle
if you light me
promise, won't you
not to bite me
lost my dick
in the great upheaval
smoked it out
in an old wine bottle
patched back together
with a wonky smile
i had it coming for a while
back on the road
to the great adventure
lost a lot of crap
in the stormy weather
learned a load of things
i still can't use
but i've bought my ticket
and i've paid my dues
and the curtain rises
on an empty stage
and the pen spews words
on a shit-stained page
and the audience left
and i enter stage right
just another sad prick
on another lonely night
so you take me home
in your mind
and leave me
there on the night bus
tired, angry
full of lust
and bloated with beer
and i close my eyes
and i disappear
Text Messages by Wayne Myers