F*** You
That's how it ended
How had it begun?
A sun-splashed meeting of eyes
street noise, cigarettes
on the chance
out to dance
on the edge
edge of the bed
and down down down
over time time time
things have drowned
drowned
and glugging throat choked hope
has all but expired
from this once hearty happy chest
of precious things
Now
he
loss lost lose me from thee
lost
fumbling,
stumbling,
never willing to learn
anything
not open to amelioration, of any kind
erring
again and again
brassy, brutal,
bad bad bad
an impoverished lost fool in the world
whose own coat is tattered and torn
No more, thanks.
Enough is enough,
I mistakenly thought it was as good as a feast
More of life. please.
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