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Matt
Poems
Sep 2014
Something To Fill The Emptiness
There is a certain emptiness inside
I suppose it comes from
Mostly Always being alone
I'm tired of this
Tired of being broke
Month after month
No money
And I still can't find a job
This economy really *****
Maybe I'll never find a job
Just sell my car
To pay off my credit card debt
Forget driving anywhere
Just set up permanent residence
In my parent's home
And I'm so tired
Of this house
Will I ever leave?
I'm angry
At our society
You work and work and work
An undergraduate degree plus sixteen months of education
Still no job
Can't even find part time
What a ******* up state California is
Well, at least there is golf
I love chippping and putting
Something relaxing about it
It requires great focus
Watching the ball take the break
Chipping underneath pine tree
Little finches hopping to and fro
Listening to my buddhist mantra
Golf is a beautiful game
A solitary game for the individual
I hope to meet a fun lady to play golf with
But maybe that is just a dream
I'll probably always play alone
And that's okay
I hope to meet a beautiful woman
Someone beautiful on the inside
To be friends with
Maybe that is just a dream
But a good dream indeed
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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