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i’m not afraid of dying
but i am scared of the dark
i do not fear the life i have left
as long as i still have the spark
i’m not afraid of waiting in line
but i am scared of missing out
and maybe you might hear me whine
but i’m not gonna scream and shout
i’m not afraid of being lonely
but i am scared of being alone
i’m not sitting staring blankly
at an ever silent phone
i’m not afraid of hamburgers
but i am scared of macca d’s
grease trap altar of obesity
the food equivalent of sleaze
i’m not afraid of things that go bump in the night
but i am scared some of those bumps are mine
and that’s probably why i leave on the light
because none of this will ever be fine
i’m not afraid of coming last
but i’m scared of being first
and the best of me the rest you see
just goes from bad to worse
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (3)
Nice poem B! 😁
i’m not afraid of things that go bump in the night but i am scared some of those bumps are mine Whoaaaa those lines were so deep. Loved your poem!
This is quite fascinating Brenton. I feel it. Brilliant work.