Untitled
Is it wrong
if you know in advance
that something bad will probably happen
yet you sit right back
popping popcorn
making that artificial butter smell
fumigate the entire house?
Is it wicked
not to truly care
when wounded parties hide upstairs
licking imaginary wounds
that serves them so right?
How deep can words cut?
ripping through carefully constructed walls
how the mighty always set themselves up
for another dramatic fall
This life sometimes
seems like another endless cliché
wanting to rewrite that line
there is no revision
when one is out of time
No catchy title for this one
untitled is a better fit
another literary ball of shit
I'm so full of it
Not ashamed
finding these lines rather tame
let the critics descend like flies
they tend to on the sly, anyway
mathiasthom
written 3/4/10
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