Stephen Bamberough

No Happy Endings

A fuck don’t come for free
It grips your soul on bended knee
Chasing dreams of what could be
But with every spent load I feel more empty

A floor full of dildos and a magic wand
Enough squirt on the carpet
To fill a garden pond 
Pleasantries exchanged and then we’re gone

No happy endings
No lasting song

Then back to the game of swiping right 
Feeding my ego all through the night
I know it’s wrong but I cannot fight
Just find me a hole and watch me take flight

This modern love it ain’t really for me 
To many choices upon my phone’s screen 
I’m physically high but emotionally lean
Living in a nightmare of my own wet dream

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