Blah Blah Blah Blah
I write the crap
That no one wants to read
Not even those who share my blood.
Depressing was the kindest word
They offered on my tripe.
So who the Hell did I think I was -
Some highfalutin' poet dame?
No, just a hack at choosing words
That paint a dreary picture
Of a scene nobody wants to see.
Blah Blah Blah Blah
Aren't I sorry for little me.
Get off your *** and haul the load
That what's left of your life will be.
ljm
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Blah Blah Blah Blah
I write the crap
That no one wants to read
Not even those who share my blood.
Depressing was the kindest word
They offered on my tripe.
So who the Hell did I think I was -
Some highfalutin' poet dame?
No, just a hack at choosing words
That paint a dreary picture
Of a scene nobody wants to see.
Blah Blah Blah Blah
Aren't I sorry for little me.
Get off your *** and haul the load
That what's left of your life will be.
ljm
Too many years of happiness lived and unhappiness recorded.