The Element of If God was I angry. Angry as fuck. Fuming, Fucking text message! Nature of woman. Tell her not to respond; What did I want to do. Get on the phone and tell you exactly where to shove it, There. Then. Pent up frustration. A finale oration. Get the fuck out of my #life. I've taken the shit. Accepted being penultimate, never ultimate. I should never have done that. But things moved on that, I didn't expect that, I couldn't control But enough is enough. You want it all ways. To fuck me and be mothered by her. Not happening. This is my rejection, my protection, no more self persecution. Just your electrocution. You've chosen your path and it's not mine, Not me I've been rejected already this year. Discarded. Place cleared. No more. Sex I'll do for my pleasure, at my own leisure With whoever I want to. Need to. With you I thought it was special But let's face it, it wasn't. Liberating maybe, Though I was faking it mainly. I don't need you. Sad but true. Why sell myself short in this Faustian pact? Not enough. A fuck now and again. Until you run back again, get caught again By that poor woman you lie to again and again. I suppose I at least get the honesty, And you lack integrity, while I have lacked dignity; No more. Time for renewal, Rewind. Now you can toddle back to your former #life Of perennial dissatisfaction, but at least be honest with that poor woman This is #life as you want it, You've chosen it, created it Well now you'll feel it. Without me to play with To pick up whenever, wherever ,then discard for another. You'll never be happy; #life will always have that element of if, Unsatisfied,unanswered. An element of if? again