and i'll laugh at you from the top, boy.

Shiny, pretty boy,
living a life of women, of money
of night melting to day in the sheets of a
woman that you paid for one night.
of love, of lies, of something to fill the void
created in your easy, simple life
where mommy and daddy held your hand
and you ran away from the shelter and now
you're crawling back on your knees
because the silver spoon is melting between your corroding teeth.