New Poem: Below the Belt


It sits there
the ugly reminder
the daily disappointment
hitting below the belt

Not to be ignored
it screams bloody murder
with every full bladder
and every lustful glance

I am no reality TV star
with change to spare
to buy the salve
my body and soul both need

We are stuck with each other
a year or two more
at most I hope
but I fear otherwise

Why not look in the mirror
every brush and blush
makes me hate me
without even a glance

Maybe if I clap my hands
and just believe
Peter will fly away with it
and leave me be


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