Look,
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things
than your depression
Death or dismemberment
It's not just your falsified insurance claim
The day you fell to your knees and wept
over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion
The message in a bottle you never sent
Your laziness allowed the entire ocean to be swept
carelessly away for your lack of devotion
The day you spoke about your loneliness
sitting in an upright-coffin-confession
Adjacent to the man who ***** children
to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant, he felt those young men.
Did that yet distract your pain?
Remember that day
that day you cried to your doctor
Elaborating about your back and lack of motion
She’d been crying
She was trying to comprehend
hospice for her cancer-ridden husband
Off to die, he was sent
Oh, that's exactly what it meant.
But, oh, that little tiny microscopic pain!
Then there was that day you complained
To your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she spoke of her boss firing her,** post-rape**
To avoid the human resource claim
You were hell-bent over your issue…
As she went insane.
Remember the day you went "insane" to your best friend
About your second wedding being destroyed by the rain
Your bestie was a man who had never felt the embrace
of love
affection
or pain
The ability to cherish
The passion and pain of a woman,
he had paralyzed legs,
no woman had ever loved him
Because he could never provide ***
And YES you booooooo-hoo-ed
Over all your costume-esque dresses getting wet
Whats next?
You complain about the rain...
A magical natural scene
But LOOK,
You've never once tried
to see that persons suffering.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
Look,
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things
than your depression
Death or dismemberment
It's not just your falsified insurance claim
The day you fell to your knees and wept
over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion
The message in a bottle you never sent
Your laziness allowed the entire ocean to be swept
carelessly away for your lack of devotion
The day you spoke about your loneliness
sitting in an upright-coffin-confession
Adjacent to the man who ***** children
to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant, he felt those young men.
Did that yet distract your pain?
Remember that day
that day you cried to your doctor
Elaborating about your back and lack of motion
She’d been crying
She was trying to comprehend
hospice for her cancer-ridden husband
Off to die, he was sent
Oh, that's exactly what it meant.
But, oh, that little tiny microscopic pain!
Then there was that day you complained
To your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she spoke of her boss firing her,** post-rape**
To avoid the human resource claim
You were hell-bent over your issue…
As she went insane.
Remember the day you went "insane" to your best friend
About your second wedding being destroyed by the rain
Your bestie was a man who had never felt the embrace
of love
affection
or pain
The ability to cherish
The passion and pain of a woman,
he had paralyzed legs,
no woman had ever loved him
Because he could never provide ***
And YES you booooooo-hoo-ed
Over all your costume-esque dresses getting wet
Whats next?
You complain about the rain...
A magical natural scene
But LOOK,
You've never once tried
to see that persons suffering.
Selfish people. Self absorbed and thoughtless.
#RE-WRITE
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