Keep Your Chin Up
My poster states back at me
In my tiny cubicle

Keep Your Chin Up*
It winks at me
telling me good things will come

Keep Your Chin Up
SHUT UP
I DONT CARE

My chin is starting to hurt
from keeping it up
from hoping things will come

I just want to put it down
crawl in a hole
and cease to exist

Treat me like that
Throw me away like trash
and watch my eyes
go from Blue to black
As revenge starts forming
in my mind

I'll write my name in gasoline
in your pathetic front lawn
Strike a match
and watch it burn