fuck poem titles
Laughter from the hall
Don't they know that tonight is sad?
Dreary, grumpy, glum, and frustrated
If a good friend is one you can count on
Then I don't know what kind of friend I got
Why should someone else have so much control over my feelings...
When did I sign that waiver?
And while you're here, how can work be so dreaded?
Why will I do anything to avoid it,
Only to stare at my wall instead?
Everything's fine except for what I actually care about.
posted by jon.bergman @ 11:25 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Nice poem, but did you have to name it that??
Hello! Tahnk you for the comment. What you said was all very true. God is everywhere. I love secular music...it's all I listen to. I hate christian music. It's so uncreative...it's all so blah/ sounds the same.
Thanks again for the comment!
Laura
oh a poet? i tend to be rather prosaic once . Tried writing poetry once it turned out to be so ggod that our local poets became envious of me... then i stopped
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