That Sad Little Lamb

i watched how she pushed her tits up against the rail
she smelled like the ocean
her sad sagging chest
matched her sad sagging face
and i chalked up my hand
as she lifted her skirt in the photo booth
next door
i hear the old hag cough
night after night
i wonder if she hears the moans of the girls
that have rotated out of this bed
if only one of you were good
you'd stay
but you're not
and that's whats really sad
it's true that i love women
your unique smells
your soft skin and flowing hair
the shape of your skulls
your eyes and the way the light catches your face
it makes me weak in the knees
it makes my stomach knot
and my brain limp
and my balls swell with thoughts
but god
sometimes
you really drive it home
you'll never have all of me
because you'll never give
anything except what you want back
i hate men as well
you smug motherfuckers
i have to live with this
i can't just off myself
and in the event that i did
i'd take a large group of hipsters with me
i'd take that whole line of schmucks waiting outside
of American apparel for the cashier job
you make me sad
because you can't find your own identity
and you can't see beyond the scene
its true i'm not holy
but i rejoice in knowing
that i'm trying the best i can
everyday