From Bad to Worse
Go ahead and keep it up
expecting me to just give up
sorry to inform you butter cup
this emotional reserve has been used up
Does this make me seem quite shallow
all I know
is that nothing will grow
if there is nothing to show
Another year older
no shoulder to lean on
feeling quite bolder
as this world turns colder
Celebrating this solstice alone
wondering why I bother
to even own a phone
feeling quite disowned
Maybe I should roam
keep moving far away
stand at the edge skipping stones
fall asleep near some foreign bay
This has got to be the most absolute worst
poetry ever penned
can I call you friend?
for I hunger with a thirst
going from bad to worse...
mathiasthom
written 6/22/10
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