A Poem Entitled Untitled
A Tale of Being Entitled
By E.J. TangonanPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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You’ve killed me so many times
that if you buried the bodies
they’d make mountains out of
molehills
If you want a garden,
Fertilize my ashes that’ll grow
sour grapes with a bitter taste
that go in the hater-ade
that’s premium grade
Maybe the pope will one day
join the ranks
of a bleeding heart
that stank from all the blood
that stained so long
that it’s rank
and the pain so strong
that it’s frank
this is my life and it tanked
so maybe I just have you to thank
you broke the bank after you kept
turning the crank
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E.J. Tangonan
It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.
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