You don’t hurt like I do

Hurt like who knew

Pain

Cut them off at the pass

I like boobs she’s got arse

For days

Irritate

I’m irritating

Debride

Confide

The wisest

West Coast

She’s most

Fabulous

Makes me forget

The debt

The aching throb

My heart did rob

And lost the beat

The pearl

Did rub with heat

The gut twinge

Loves on fringe

She don’t know

Don’t care

I’m hurting

Nursing

Dress rehearsing

The agony

Feels like torture

Bought one

Don’t know joy

I’m just your toy

My life was all about sweating to live. Cooking making building serving were the norm until I met Lady Penelope who had a body, pphhh, and whose mother Hyacinth Bouquet brought me back unto the fold with a life of education refinement and elegance as I fucked and squired her around. I was  big and strong yet she had chiselled into a man of study, a man that was more than just his dick and his wit. And then, fuck it, you know

And yes, the West Coast of the South Island of NZ has the highest suicide rate in the entire country. Must be something to do with the rain