THE ROAD NEEDS

Am I jealous?
Fuck yeah.
Do I wish I was with her
instead of him?
Sorta.
Do I wish I was him?
Oh god no.

No, see,
he’s a dick
a prick
he’s totally sick
and he’s not the kind of boy
that I want to be.

Nor is she precisely
my fated date:
a gaze that haughty
and standards so high
are not my preferred demographic.
She is fine
and hot
and I wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin
once she has more miles on her.

The road needs
to wear her down
a little bit more
before she becomes
my kind of prize.
Reality must show her
the cruelties of life
before I make my case.

And that boy,
her current paramour,
will do nothing
but further my goals
for he is the road
and she is the ride.