The Fat Spencer's Gym

Qn: How old are you?
Ans: 18, can go jail.
Qn: What hobbies do you have?
Ans: Day-dreaming.
Qn: Do you like males or females?
Ans: Wad the fcuk.
Qn: Which actress do you fancy or hav a liking for?
Ans: None. I dont watch the goddamn tv.
Qn: How many ex do you have?
Ans: None.
Qn: How many girls have you kissed?
Ans: None.
Qn: Will you forsake your life for your dear one?
Ans: Yea... See who lo.
Qn: Are you attached?
Ans: No.
Qn: How many kids do you plan to have in the future?
Ans: The more the merrier.
Qn: What kind of girls do you fancy?
Ans: Charming ones?
Qn: Will you consider looks as the first priority?
Ans: No.
Qn: Have you ever cried over someone you fancy?
Ans: I... forgot...
Qn: Do you consider to be favoured by girls?
Ans: No. Why all the questions so fcuked up.
Qn: Do you take brotherhood or love in higher regards?
Ans: Anything. Your questions are so fcuked up.
Qn: Do you plan to get married?
Ans: How I know?
Qn: Does the matters of the heart troubles you much of the time?
Ans: Erm... No comments.
Qn: What's the most important factor you see in a girl?
Ans: The bonding.
Qn: What's the R&B song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Lloyd's Southside.
Qn: What's the Rock song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Blink 182's I Miss You.
Qn: What's the Country song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Keith Urban's Love Somebody Like You.
Qn: Do you consider yourself a playa?
Ans: I dont have the qualities.
Qn: Do you believe in fate?
Ans: Certainly.
Qn: Will you be faithful to someone you love?
Ans: I will... Certainly will.
Qn: Do you believe that you have already meet that someone in your life?
Ans: Yeah...
Qn: Is your heart fragile?
Ans: Duh.
Qn: Finally, are you happy now?
Ans: No.

The malice. The mischief. He hates, to the core. The endearment previously has shrouded him so much, that he took for granted. He esteemed the fact of undeniable trust, protection and love. All but a mist of lies.
A submerging sea of anger, fraud emerges.
The rules, the ideologies, he seemingly had no ascertainty of life.
Arose a demon, tearing his soul, ripping it, devouring it, refusing any clemency.
He pondered, took a puff, and asked God.

He staggered on in his life.
He couldnt distinguish between heartburn and ache.
His mind reminsiced, but the heart wouldnt approve of it.
He sought alcohols, the momentarily rapture was needed.

He staggered on, but the gates went shut.
The dimunitive form of life was no pressure, in contrary to the torment he knew.
Until someone,
took a wrench and fervently opened the gates.

He was keen to open it,
but he couldnt tuck his inferiority complexity.
The intimidation, was luring him back to staggering.

Any fleeting-fervent-faithless moment, was prominent.
He was perplexed,
He yearn to unclog his mind,
but his heart wasnt functioning anymore.

He busk in the beautiful shafts of moonlight,
reaching out to the sky.
He knew something,
His heart is dead.

Stranded. Passive. In the lurch.

If you are reading this,
I have not been receiving my allowance for two weeks.

Help me out here.