Dull dishcloths love kicking long dead horses.
It’s a sad show of impotent forces.
The stubborn ignore the rash & the itch.
Homemade sin’s a star; compared to this bitch.
Surprised at collapse; but ignored the sag.
Self-embittered, dissolved into a hag.
Brandish acquaintances as your goals met.
Fair-weather friends are no use when you’re wet.
I need not prove a solitary thing.
You don’t have to cheat to commit a fling.

