You light a cigarette
Smoke shrouds you like future lovers
Wars will be fought for your pink mouth
I walk brisk
Lose coins in my pocket make poems
Archaic words and arcane rhymes
My words have teeth
No love bites
They are designed to take control of your body
Your love is an altar
Where souls are butchered as offerings
For the price of your rudimentary gloom
Too old to be your nice guy
Too old to give a fuck
I’m just here to witness it all
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raenegade 
That last stanza… I loved the whole thing, but those three lines were awesome
Thank you Ward. I guess the older we get the lesser we care and I am no exception. But we still love women, that’s the best part 🙂
We have less time for drama. Won’t stop loving them. You’re right about that 😁