NO GOOD MAN

Lips wide, gloomy sounds echo; "he cuddles my feelings like pillow, Pampers my thoughts in his arms Yet remains calm like the may weather, Here my bestie, best of Adams". Bestie... What best do I do to get it best What happens to the balls on your chest? Maybe I don't stare at those dancing bubbles behind But I'm no monk for even monks are no gods. How long do I live in this chain For my pestle craves for mortar to grind? You beam smiles while my blood ripples, I fight urges, slay odd things and bury grudges Just to earn a bestie; prisoner of emotions. Tears dripping, I rest on a corner Only lost in thoughts when those lips shall whisper; "bestie I feel your pain, just feel me on you" Then you'll tell how good I am a man.