Flypaper

I want ownership
with none of the responsibilties.
i guess i'm weak. i guess i'm wrong. i guess i'm lazy. i guess i'm bad.
but i want what i want
and i need what i need
and you are an obligation
clawing at my door.
am i supposed to weep?
fall to my knees
when you say the word love
after handfulls of ecstasy?
no.
and i do not want
to clean up the messes you feel
i ought to.
ought.
duty?
no.
that's not me. not anymore.

just a little comic

to lighten the mood.