Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Rage, Rage Against

by m-elee

I fight with god and whoever Keeps spitting truths at me like peanut shells Fuck the doctors And fuck the first time my dad decided to drink And especially fuck the last time I decided to drink. He did this to himself and I love him And I’ll pay for his mistakes But my pockets are empty I eat shit sandwiches with stoicism I praise the autocracy of the medical field That told me dad is dying And I should too. Miracles don’t happen to people like me And families like ours In towns like this. I’m dying with you Stage 4 I’m dying with you. I’ve got nothing to lose Until I found I had more. Fuck your age and fuck my youth Fuck Medicaid And fuck the truth.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
m-elee
For You?
Written by
m-elee
Published
Apr 13, 2024
Time
2m
Tags
#explicit
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell m-elee how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write