5:38 PM or The Fuck Poem

I am not a prude.
Rest assured, I fuck.
**Gasp**
Thats right, I fuck.
And not only do I fuck,
But I also have sex, sleep with and make love.

So if I am not fucking, having sex, sleeping with or making love to you
It isn’t because I’m waiting
I’m not
It isn’t because I don’t know you that well
I do
And it certainly isn’t because I’m a tease.
If I’m not sleeping with you,
it is because I don’t want to.

Do not delude yourself into thinking that I am some kind of goddess
That can’t find 20 minutes to come down off her pedestal and fuck you

And while we’re on the subject
The same goes for my time.
You’re right
I can’t be that busy
Although I am one fuckin busy girl
If I liked you, I would make time for you
As much as women needed to hear the sage advice
I think you need to hear it to.

So please, stop to consider the possibility
That I’m just not that into you

Now stop whining
Stop telling me I’m not paying enough attention to you
And for your self respect’s sake,
Stop accepting less than everything you want.

If I am not laying out the sexual buffet of your dreams followed by molten lava chocolate cake
Covered in sprinkles of romance and emotional attachment that you desire so deeply
Move on!
This kitchen, is fresh out of sprinkles
And I am not the only fish in the sea!

Why am I the one who has to tell you this?

You are a catch, for sure
But you were not what I cast my lure for
And thus, I release you back into the deep
to be caught by someone who can appreciate what they have
better than I

You see I, sir, am not hunting
I am gathering.
I am gathering stories and scars
Bar tabs too big and nights too small
I am gathering training-wheel mistakes mixed with tight-rope-walk successes
And personalities perfectly poised on the verge of self-destruction just for the fun of it.

I am collecting pictures and tokens to fill the scrap book of my skin
So that when all the other gals in the nursing home
Complain about how their white picket fence was always dirty
And how their good for nothing 2.5 never visit anymore
I can lift my moo-moo to my knees and show them the starting point
Of a map that leads to a road less traveled

So I’m not going to say I’m sorry
Cause I’m not
Here there is nothing to be sorry for
And I’m not going to pretend that it breaks my heart
Because I respect you more than that
Instead I will kiss you scales
Remove the hook from your mouth
And release you