Wednesday, April 1, 2015


I did it again
misspelled life
I try really hard
But cant keep
Faltering and fall
These smoky people
Too hazy
Too foggy
Bring my yawn
I have no interest
For their long, tedious, cliche conversation
Their hidden sarcasm
Their childish racism
Their egocentrisim
Only a tree house
A modest cocoon
Can do me good
Let them grab each other’s collar
And shed their venom
Their complexities and ancient enmities
Quelling each other’s sickly sound
Just pour me a glass of wine
I want to be away
on my own…

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