Guess what?
The title has nothing
to do with what
you're reading.
Shocked?
Don't care.
Melancholia
Sweep through my insides
Signing away my life on a slip of paper
God's given graces
God's men
You looked like you had a fork tongue
I came to you
Modestly
Dressed in Enjoi and a Beanie
I wanted to hide the cat gang on my shirt
Look presentable
I was in front of the higher ups
This was serious stuff
But you mistreated it
I should have come naked
And flopped my **** around
It would have been about as serious
As you took this get together
Wow, that was atrocious
I can't believe I wrote that
But these feelings are true
And I won't try to fight back
My wording could be better
That I will admit,
But honestly, the way you handled this
Makes me sick
So I sign again,
Hoping this time, for the better
I signed this piece of paper
Letter by letter
Signed the date,
And away
Goes that weekend
On a retreat
Hoping for different
Not expecting much
Praying for better
Than a fancy lunch
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Guess what?
The title has nothing
to do with what
you're reading.
Shocked?
Don't care.
Melancholia
Sweep through my insides
Signing away my life on a slip of paper
God's given graces
God's men
You looked like you had a fork tongue
I came to you
Modestly
Dressed in Enjoi and a Beanie
I wanted to hide the cat gang on my shirt
Look presentable
I was in front of the higher ups
This was serious stuff
But you mistreated it
I should have come naked
And flopped my **** around
It would have been about as serious
As you took this get together
Wow, that was atrocious
I can't believe I wrote that
But these feelings are true
And I won't try to fight back
My wording could be better
That I will admit,
But honestly, the way you handled this
Makes me sick
So I sign again,
Hoping this time, for the better
I signed this piece of paper
Letter by letter
Signed the date,
And away
Goes that weekend
On a retreat
Hoping for different
Not expecting much
Praying for better
Than a fancy lunch
Super personal poem, but felt it necessary to write.
Not super relatable, and for that I'm sorry.
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