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Jul 2015
The month of April
Or of May

It's just another month
In this computer program

Just another day

I'll hit ***** on the golf course
Yes I like to be alone

Some people have a bunch of money

But they will die just the same
They can't take money with them
In life this stupid game

And most people
Struggle to have enough food
Which is a shame

And maybe I don't want
To be a part
Or a player in this game

So I hit ***** on the golf course
Because I like to be alone

Why did my good friend
Not call me back

I guess he doesn't care
I guess I don't care either
And won't bother him anymore

Living on planet earth
Where everything is a chore

Dragging around this body
From here to there

I enjoy fishing on lakes
Without a care

I remember when I caught
A small mouth bass

I ate it and it tasted yum
A yummy little bass
As it digested in my tum

And this rock ball it spins
Around the sun

And you can't really ever
Have a gf

When you are dull and not that fun
And I just want to be a ******
Forever alone

And I do like writing
Writing these poems

As I sit in my suburban home

Life is some type of saga

Or some type of dream
And yes I do *******
In front of the computer

And no it's not a big deal
I'm just writing about my life
And what is real

And everyone is my neighborhood
Has a fancy car
And loves their self
And maybe most
Are just concerned with wealth

Life is so easy
When you have a paycheck

Maybe I'm not concerned with money
Anymore

I'll just go sit on park lawns
And be a total bore

Sometimes it seems
As though life is just a chore

And people never stop
Making fun of Jesus
Yes it happens everyday

But this is nothing new
Christians have always been
Persecuted in some way

And our government created ISIS
And Iraq is out of control

They over took
The Shiite minority
And our running wild

And here in America
There is no future for the child

Darpa creating more
Killer robots
In the name of
Technological progress

But I don't think it's okay
I think their technology
Will be used in the wrong way

And a big drought
In California
Makes me want to shout

Turn that hose all the way off
Don't let the water drip out
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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