Contempt

So here I sit

In a chair so disgusted

At the girls passing by

Their clothes slightly dusted off

Pretty and preen

Themselves, white teeth,

They gleam as such

Suckering punches of men

So imposing at what

They have preened for so much

So here I sit so disgusted

Appreciate more I would

If I should implore

I might grab of all, some,

Few of goodies

Like gremlins stemming

Off stems touching

All of my ends

Pushing over the brink

I think leads

Me to sit so disgusted

I’m busted