Porn-O-Life

Life at times can be like a porno without the sex. There's a whole lot of desire. There's a whole lot of nakedness, fakeness, big expectations, weird combinations, and secret fetishes.

There's always the staged confrontation. The popular assumptions. The overplayed cliches. The ridiculous conversations. The unrealistic scenarios.

I like to watch because I like to imagine it's me. Deep down inside I know it can't be. And then I wonder what could I ever have. And come to an answer of nothing. I remember mine never went as well. And I wonder could I copy what I see. Knowing the whole time, no. I could never figure out how they could keep doing it over and over again. Why they seem so blissful, so confident.

In the porno of life there's always the comparisons. The self delusions. The transference. The rose colored glasses. And the bragging, always the bragging.

In life's porno you get to see behind the scenes. The stretch marks. The real size to things. The editing. The casting calls. The late-night hours of production. And the disappointing revenue numbers.

Yeah, my life seems to be like a porno without the sex. And on top of all that it's sticky.