like if i could give a fuck
i'd be gone yesterday
given the choice
tomorrow
wouldn't even get a look in
but that choice
is not mine to make
that avenue of escape
it freezes and it taunts me
it teases and it haunts me
it displeases and it daunts me
and if truths were told
i’d be lying
in equal measure
if i’d got away
id be flying
but i’m stuck
in this world
and part of the next
i just gotta do it
that's a given
don't have to like it
that’s another inescapable truth
don't like it all
that's a fact jack
feel it in your gut you fuck
there's your proof
but due to exogenous circumstances
everything you know is now on hold
and never have you ever been so bold
out in the outer out in the cold
and now every scented obsession
every wiggle groan screech and cry
every practiced smile cactus style
every cheap reach and every single try
every single word
that you ever heard
every single crack
every crevice
every simple hack
every mingled pack
a key stroke or two
just between me
just between you
your clay idol is plastic
your kids are born spastic
your future is but a copy pasted
your skills debased and wasted
and then they wonder
why people go round the bend
when they knew
when they knew the whole time
About the Creator
Brenton F
How much is not not enough and how little is too much? Life is like a spaghetti western, it's good, it's bad and it's ugly!
Meet-cute at the Corner Table
She hurries into the dimly lit coffee shop with a battered laptop pinched between her elbow and side, shedding raindrops from her jacket. Taking her place in line behind an elderly man with a soggy newspaper, she inhales greedily of the familiar air infused with hints of freshly ground coffee and notes of burnt everything bagels.
By Donna Reneea day ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
thought provoking stuff! really felt the emotion in it!
I appreciate the honesty and emotion conveyed in the words.💓💞💕