1 Riddle

Compelled to be a good son, I am a cruel brother.
I am a cruel friend.
Compelled to be a good father, I am a cruel husband.
Loveless, I love my mother.
I love friends.
Made wonderful friends, I desire lovers.
Presto! Twelve desire sends.
Beautiful, loving, and young, they fuck me.
I can't say no.
I am a God-damned fucking so and so.
Who am I?

2 Rhyme

Trapped in his immoral life
He betrayed his loving wife
Hurting her he hurt their kids
Their daughter, their son
Lost in lies, sickening whys
Wrenching cries, helpless sighs
Undisguised by philosophy
He denied
    
    Sorry?
    Worry?

His wounded soul
Unwhole, adjusted
Cynical, he sinned again
Openly lusted
He cheated, repeatedly
He treated his wife like dirt
He laughed if she hurt
Party clown, professor
He professed, “Friends.”
He aimed his life towards them
His life controlled his wife

Sex was how it all began
Little did he understand
Fourteen masturbated
Fifteen kissed
Sixteen sex
Seventeen “missed”
Eighteen pregnant teen
Marriage “had to”
A girl, a boy
Sister, brother, mother
Loved him, trusted
He hid, haunted, hunted, lusted
Drank, flirted, fornicated
Adulterer, liar
Lie-encrusted
Came home drunk
Untorn, unsated
Unsad, glad to
Stinking, Mr. Skank

Dark night
Bright tiny dream light
Moon white
Buddhists entered in
He confessed, he vowed reform
“No more sin!”
He prayed, he bowed
He practiced, he tried
He wanted to conform
He loved his wife, her warm
He loved their kids, their fun
He wanted to be good
Why couldn’t he do
What he knew he should?

Marriage, children, broken home
Divorce, dead horse, ruined carriage
Tragic poem