i'm going to die alone,
before my skin withers,
before my mother, father
sister and both brothers.
i hope to fade out
to the sound of another
televised war,
where the purpose is
lost in verbose.
no more small town cops,
self-taken mirror pics of ****** bags in flex,
no more tan blondes with gargantuan sunglasses,
no more left wing, right wing, chicken wing,
nor laughter or warm beer,
no more neighbors, so-called friends, or fast food,
no more retail ****** or gun-toting *****
only me, my old friend misery,
and perhaps a ****** eternity.
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
i'm going to die alone,
before my skin withers,
before my mother, father
sister and both brothers.
i hope to fade out
to the sound of another
televised war,
where the purpose is
lost in verbose.
no more small town cops,
self-taken mirror pics of ****** bags in flex,
no more tan blondes with gargantuan sunglasses,
no more left wing, right wing, chicken wing,
nor laughter or warm beer,
no more neighbors, so-called friends, or fast food,
no more retail ****** or gun-toting *****
only me, my old friend misery,
and perhaps a ****** eternity.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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