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Nov 2015
I want to do my own thing
Be free with how I feel
And write words that flow
Getting into people's heads
Through ******* experience I jot
Down on paper how things are
I am a ******* bumb
I live in a trailer with my girlfriend
And child
I get social security as an income
On welfare too
What the **** is life all about?
I try really hard to succeed
But the ******* world weighs on me
I wish things weren't the way they are
But the more I wish the more I get ******
And I want to ******* shout out to the sky
I work hard to raise my kid
Play with her everyday
And love her in every way
I try to work on my relationships
But I can feel it slipping away
Cause I'm rotten through and through
Even though I have ***** by my side
I still look at **** and rub one off
So does that make me evil?
I really ******* don't know
I know love is hard to make it grow
To let it progress into something beautiful
I really am a hard *** criminal
So selfish in the ways I do things
Stealing time like there wasn't enough of it
Stealing my girlfriend's heart
And not caring how I treat her
What the **** is wrong with me?
Too stupid to see
That there is more to life than being a brat
A ******* grown *** man acting like a seventeen year old
And that's that
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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