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What happens to a Poet Who has nothing left to say I sit and watch The World Slowly Decay Overpopulation Global Warming Robots replacing Man Was this God’s Plan I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday I am sad but don’t know what to say I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn To sleep with the worms I did the best I could by avoiding life To afraid to find a wife Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin Just another lost **** Sapien I try to write poems that make sense to me But deep down I know My words are only read by my Apartment Fleas I wanted to write something important I wanted to move my fellow man I wanted to answer the Big Questions But now I finally realize I don’t know anything more Than the day I was born Just another Male Bore Searching for The Answer Store So I thank God everyday He keeps the Coroner at bay Just another ageing Poet With not much to say
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
Apartment Fleas
What happens to a Poet Who has nothing left to say I sit and watch The World Slowly Decay Overpopulation Global Warming Robots replacing Man Was this God’s Plan I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday I am sad but don’t know what to say I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn To sleep with the worms I did the best I could by avoiding life To afraid to find a wife Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin Just another lost **** Sapien I try to write poems that make sense to me But deep down I know My words are only read by my Apartment Fleas I wanted to write something important I wanted to move my fellow man I wanted to answer the Big Questions But now I finally realize I don’t know anything more Than the day I was born Just another Male Bore Searching for The Answer Store So I thank God everyday He keeps the Coroner at bay Just another ageing Poet With not much to say
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melrosejoe
65/M/Cleveland OH
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
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