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Broken Condom Feb 2014
i hate this part

of me

so full of rage

anger

distaste

looking at the non-existant children

playing on the street

smiling

laughing

care-free

makes me sick
written in feb-ish of 2013 i was depressed and drank a lot and did a lot of pills but i wrote this one sober
Broken Condom Feb 2014
quickly

and surely

we’re destroying our world,

ourselves,

the children of the future,

our ****** society.

we don’t learn,

we take in mindless information

digest it, unsettling,

***** it all up

just like when we were infants

being spoon sped that **** they sell at supermarkets

GERBERS BABY FOOD, AVAILABLE IN METAL CANS
i was depressed and angry but this one is more happy
Broken Condom Feb 2014
not sure of my purpose here

is it possible i am only here to pop pills and drink beer ?

pop pills

drink beer

pop pills

and drink

beer
older
Broken Condom Feb 2014
A swivel of satisfaction
Staring through the windowpane of eternity

Envious eloquence

Cheap wine
Cold nights

Another minute, another hour
Another you, another me

Latitudes of love
Longitudes of hate

Past passions
Futuristic fatigues

That
is what makes up

You and me
Broken Condom Feb 2014
No
Not Crazy
Just stone cold.

No

Not stone cold.
Just too hot.

No

Not too hot
Just getting too old.

No

Yes

Maybe

Maybe
I’m just
a little bit crazy.

Demeaning delusions
Hostile hatred

A little crazy.

No

Too many vows
Too much shame

Too many cars
Taking up too many lanes.

Not crazy
Not bad
Not evil;

Just full on insane.
i felt weird
Broken Condom Feb 2014
body
NOTES *******

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