boiled eggs

I am realizing a great many things these days

like the 

should have dealt with this differently feelings

of unsophistication 

that accompany

the filling of voids with 

drunken desperate fucks

on late lonely Saturday nights

and hazy early Sunday mornings

rife with ulterior motives

and hiding true feelings

with a thin veil of 

Cool Hand Luke indifference

slipping through the floor boards

when the warden ain't lookin'

the "i don't want anything serious" lies 

told when one knows they have 

failed

and been cast aside

thrown away

the unwanted 

wanting so much

having no idea what we really want 

at all

wishing we could eat 50 boiled eggs 

to prove our worth

ain't nobody can eat 50 eggs.