Arcadez – Day 35, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Lust.
What’s it any good for when it all just leads to a,
Bust?
Heart’s crushed as two course along the same lane intertwining in ways where,
Bodies conjoin,
But,
Minds end up minced into mush.
Not a single thought needs to be involved,
Just,
A single touch that’ll make your skin crawl,
From,
Realizing how much of a con it all becomes…

She was so,
He was so,
Hot weren’t they?
Until it flowed,
There it goes,
Down a pot bursting into flames.
Getting burnt doesn’t come into mind when a stove,
Left on low,
Doesn’t bubble into rage.
It’s not until what’s cooking on top burns to a crisp onto everybody’s plate…

Some will cheat the game.
Some will never get enough play.
Some will only have enough sense,
For tales in a head in need of tail,
As if they’re jumping onto different arcades.
Face it.
Dave will always be a buster trying to get in more than one place,
And,
Ms. Pac Man,
At the end of her run,
Will always get ate by a ghost with more than enough stamina for the chase!
Fruit for thought,
For the next time you’re buried under sheets,
Consoling one’s need for a climax desperately craved…