Single white male seeking...

S.W.M. seeking retirement
I am no longer restless
Or eager for the fight
The assholes are running the racket
And for the most part,
Always have.
The tales are told by the victors
This we know
They also ensure that the losers are kept silent
At least in their lifetimes
(Do not open pre death).
I’m weary before my time
If I ever had the energy
Or perhaps it sailed by
Under a lidless sky
And that, dear friend
Was the proverbial boat.
I won’t accept defeat graciously
Nor would it make sense
Not to be embittered
In all its resplendent colours
(Is there anything more vibrant?)
Yet the heat has fallen
From my charged spirit.
All I seek now
Knowing that the past is firmly etched
Is the vacuum of silence
The space to breathe
And the freedom
To grow blissfully bored.

Next week,
Controversial Satire (is there any other kind?)
Have a good week. (and if you don't, fake it).
