Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
You called. We hadn't spoken in weeks. You needed drugs, I had the contacts. If I can't get love from you, I may as well get ******* and **** someone new. Now I'm trying to explain to a Brazillian kid what an 8 ball is at 9pm on a Tuesday. Drinking packet soup. It's grey outside, and I'm working the opening shift in the morning, boring.
0
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Chicken Soup
You called. We hadn't spoken in weeks. You needed drugs, I had the contacts. If I can't get love from you, I may as well get ******* and **** someone new. Now I'm trying to explain to a Brazillian kid what an 8 ball is at 9pm on a Tuesday. Drinking packet soup. It's grey outside, and I'm working the opening shift in the morning, boring.
molly-5
Written by
Irish
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem