Life For One

This is a poem written about being single.

Going solo’s pretty swell,

’cause I can keep the last Rolo for myself,

I can stumble in and cook at night

and wake up thinking “What’s that smell?”

I can finish off a plate of food

without you clawing at my chips,

and there’s no one there to tell me off

when my crisp falls in the dip,

I can spend a day without showering,

without being made to feel guilt,

and when people ask me what I’ve done,

show them the card towers that I’ve built,

I can fall asleep on the remote control,

and choose what’s on tv,

and I can leave the door wide open,

so I can still watch as I pee,

I can sing as badly as I like

without you laughing in my face,

and I know exactly where everything is

on the floor, not in it’s place,

and I don’t have to meet your parents now

or hope that they approve,

of the person I pretend to be,

as I hide all of my tattoos,

they can’t judge me because I’m a drop out

or because I swear a lot

and you’re not there to watch my mouth

so there’s no pounds going in the pot,

and I can watch the football in peace these days

without you asking me the teams,

or why a player has pink boots,

or of course, what offside means,

I can still watch those girly films

as long as I don’t tell,

and there’s no one there to point it out

if my eyes begin to swell,

and when I get a call from all the guys

to see if I’ll come for a drink,

I don’t have to make it up,

I don’t even have to think,

and when they start to dissipate,

so they can make it home for dinner,

I can play “last man standing”

and probably end up the winner,

then when I make it back to bed,

I won’t get an elbow ’cause I’m snoring,

I’ll sleep the whole night through

and then not get up in the morning,

and if a girl should want to kiss me,

I’ll tell what I’d do,

I'd kiss that girl right back,

without a worry about you,

I could text her twice or never call,

it really wouldn’t matter,

because she wouldn’t want to stay around,

long past the morning after,

I wouldn’t want her to stay anyway,

I’m free to do what I want,

I can even wear my sunglasses indoors,

so you won’t see it’s all a front

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[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Good! Keep writing. Do u read my writing Anguish?