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Jul 2013
Empty house,
Went to sleep at 3Am,
Could not rest,
Woke up at, I think, 9,
It's raining hard
And thunder growls above,
A peak outside
And the sky looks bleak
And the sea looks mean,
I need a book to read,
Instead I turn to the TV,
The morning news,
Suspected but not convicted
Murderer of his own wife
Is in the hospital tubed up,
The man
Got out of a sentence
Because his daddy was a judge,
So many love to think this is Karma,
Online
Everyone's talking about it,
Nobody feels for him,
They're all glad,
Got what he deserves,
I turn the volume down,
Make breakfast,
Toasts and orange juice,
Sit to eat
Staring at the TV,
I have the whole day left,
What to do now?
Eh... Just... Here. Puked out.
Chris T
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