For Sport

Does poetry still get you laid?
Even now,
when you're breaking down
and you find that decent women
aren't charmed
by your cruelty
and bile?
At 23 you were an enigma.
A prodigy.
The master of brooding.
You had more pussy
than you knew what to do with!
But these days,
your targets seem to move
more quickly.
Or maybe your gun
just can't compete
with these newer
faster
jam-proof models.
In any case, it kinda
breaks my heart
to see you in those tattered
hunting clothes,
looking so hungry and small,
laying out the same
tired traps
and hoping maybe
you can catch
a couple of them slow ones.

If it wasn't for this bullet
lodged forever in my hip
I'd even feel sorry for you.