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Matt
Poems
Dec 2015
Sitting Under A Tree
I write how I feel
When the terrible times come
I won't be afraid
I spent my life alone
Reading and studying
When you live alone
You don't fear the end
The world never cared
About my desires
It was indeed absurd
I watched a woman *******
With a ***** that had
Been programmed
To spurt some kind of
Artificial *****
I enjoy those chaturbate cams
The therapist left
She didn't care
Maybe she was just
An atheist after all
A self-indulgent
Hedonist
Who loved to get plowed
In the behind
I had thoughts
Of ending my own
Mother's life
I asked Jesus for forgiveness
I learned that Jesus
Wasn't a genie
Who was going to grant
My wishes
Well everyone knows that
Anyhow
I tried to be good and kind
But then the day came
When it seemed
There were no people
Anymore
Spent my life alone
At the gym
With my podcasts
Then the World war came
Mass starvation
Food shortages
Armies of drones
Civil war
The banks collapsed
I didn't care
Nobody ever cared
I went and sat under a tree
And dug a shelter there
I had some food to last
A few days
And then I slowly
Starved to death
Sitting under a tree
I cannot help
That I was robbed
Of life
In a way
Relationships
Friends
I had only a couple
And I didn't see them
Much
I dreamed about meeting
A female friend
She didn't come
I guess God didn't care
People kept asking
"How are you?"
What a stupid question
Nobody knows how
Anyone is
I never cared for my body
That much
I wanted to feel love
To give a woman
A hug
Oh well
It never came
I will just sit there
And starve to death
And after that
I will cease to exist
Or go to heaven
Based on my religious beliefs
Is it nice there
Heaven
Are there caring women
With large *******
And firm bottoms?
I certainly hope so
I deserve it
For all the miserable ****
We endure on this planet
Maybe I'm just a brain
A brain floating in space
One day I will
Burn all the family
Pictures, perhaps
I would rather starve
Under the tree
Than go to the F.E.M.A. Camp
******* is a selfish act
Why do I have these urges
When I'll never meet a woman
A cold world
Go away
Stay away
Go away
And stay away
I have the light
That fills the day
The stars are bright
They fill the night
Everything is going
To be okay
Just stay away
Stay away from me
My podcasts are my friends
And that is how
It will be
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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