Sitting

Sitting in his car
Waiting
Writing his memoir
Waiting

She is negotiating a deal
She is working her magic
She is no slave
But enslaved by circumstance.

Prostituting your
Body or
Prostituting your
Soul fool

She would always say
When they argue
She would always win the
Argument

He would loose heavily
And drift into silence
He always despaired the
Wait,

Sitting.

Sitting in his car
Waiting
Writing his memoir
Waiting.

October 30, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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