Times and Troubles

Thursday's post.


Entertain the lecher.
Why not? Nothing better.
Drive away the evening with a new friend.
Swig from bottles, swing from trees.
Bleed.

Times and troubles being what they are,
you'll be forgiven.

Everybody has a price.
Dignity? Honour? Love?
Bought and sold.
Barter your soul.

I'll forgive and forget,
on the way to paradise.
I think you're wrong,
but I'm not one to judge.

Times and troubles being what they are,
I hardly matter.

Commodity.
How much is a head full of lies?
A belly full of smoke?
A line in the sand?

How much to keep this going?

Times and troubles being what they are,
I suppose you'll find out.