The Happy Ending


Lonely he was, and unbecoming to the eye.

Beer belly protruding over Clarkson-tight jeans

Red hair fading to grey,

Like a final sunset.

Untouchable he was,

And untouched,

Apart from once a month,

On payday,

In a seedy room,

Above a second hand shop

On Blackboy Road.

She laid her hands upon him

And his cash.

Going through the motions,

No emotion.

Just hand gestures,

And the guarantee of a happy ending

That always eluded him.

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