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Matt
Poems
Sep 2016
Ramblings
I am 31 years of age
I am broke
And work part time
I am fairly intelligent
And I enjoy documentaries
I live in a suburban neighborhood
I live in the home
Of
The Tournament of Roses
I think
America
Has a dim future
I watch Netflix
And Amazon Prime movies
I enjoy comedy
And gaming streams
On Twitch
I walk in gardens
And
I dream of living
In other households
Each night
A different
American home
A different culture
Different people
Would be fun
Generalizations
Aren't usually
A great idea
But Americans
Are a pretty good people
It's just our government
Bleh...
Not so great
My friend moved
Into a home
Built in 1915
The Rams won
Their first
NFL game today
Time goes on
She keeps asking
If I had, "A Nice Day?"
I still don't know
What that means
It was a good day
Yes
Let's assign it
A quality
Nice is not
An effective adjective
To describe a day
There is no money
No upward mobility
No career
I choose to
Do as I please
I guess I would
Have liked
To have worked
At that rehab center
To have been accepted
Into the MSW program
Oh well
It's all the same
To me
There are other bodies
To make a difference
In people's lives
I've spent so much time alone
I just want to be alone
WIth my Youtube
Just walking around
Walking around
People my age
Just look at the phones
I hardly see my friends
I drive around
Suburban
Socal neighborhoods
I wrote instructions
On where to bury
My ashes
When I am cremated one day
They are in my car
Please, no funeral
I added
I may be one of
The most kind
Most caring people
That ever lived
And not many people
Know that I guess
Nowhere to go
No one to meet
No money
None saved
This is my American life
I saw the asian man
In his 60's I believe
He looked strong and fit
Or he might be in his
Early 70's
One day
I may be
Without food
WIthout water
I wanted to have
More good times
Where did all the people go?
Where have they gone?
The people make this life real....
I don't know what to think
Or what to feel
I had a bean salad
For my last meal
My therapist
Had to leave
Her hubby got
A better job
She cared for me
But she did what
Was best for her family
I understand
I won't make
The same mistake
Again
Driving around
Driving around
I'm tired of this place
Well
At least
There is the internet
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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