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The day after She left me I broke I decided it was time for a change A change, Something new to wake up to, A new start as hopeful as it sounds. They all say now is the best time to Become a new me. So I stole my neighbors tractor tire **** it sure is heavy Heavy, like the morning light on my Eyes when I finally quit my job-- But I digress I take the dilapidated tire to the edge Of my suburban lot (I hate this lot Why she chose this lot I'll never know Stupid ***** can take it all)-- I crawl into the tire And with a single push I'm off! Ambition fills my empty shell This loathsome corpse Rolling endlessly away from his Past Past the neighbours Past the dog that **** in my yard If you could call it a yard A yard is where kids play And men pridefully mow And women tan brown and laze Like my neighbors wife half-past noon While he works and lays his assistant I stare promiscuous beams at her Hoping she'll see me and know I too Long for a real love Maybe I could talk to her Have an affair Move away to a lovely town With a yard Along with little children who Call me daddy and make mudpies In our driveway Maybe one day But on this day I roll And roll Roll Into a new me A real Me Into a new love Onto a field of opportunity Maybe one day But on this day I roll Into a new me Onto the train tracks
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
Today I Roll
The day after She left me I broke I decided it was time for a change A change, Something new to wake up to, A new start as hopeful as it sounds. They all say now is the best time to Become a new me. So I stole my neighbors tractor tire **** it sure is heavy Heavy, like the morning light on my Eyes when I finally quit my job-- But I digress I take the dilapidated tire to the edge Of my suburban lot (I hate this lot Why she chose this lot I'll never know Stupid ***** can take it all)-- I crawl into the tire And with a single push I'm off! Ambition fills my empty shell This loathsome corpse Rolling endlessly away from his Past Past the neighbours Past the dog that **** in my yard If you could call it a yard A yard is where kids play And men pridefully mow And women tan brown and laze Like my neighbors wife half-past noon While he works and lays his assistant I stare promiscuous beams at her Hoping she'll see me and know I too Long for a real love Maybe I could talk to her Have an affair Move away to a lovely town With a yard Along with little children who Call me daddy and make mudpies In our driveway Maybe one day But on this day I roll And roll Roll Into a new me A real Me Into a new love Onto a field of opportunity Maybe one day But on this day I roll Into a new me Onto the train tracks
#love#depression#ambition#new#life
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CorduroyLee
28/GQ/Rhode Island
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
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