Penknife
a poem (things you can't say out loud)
Words etched in
Like carved desks at school
Say
Fuck this place
And
Fuck you too
Got to be a better way
To express exactly what I’m feeling
But if I speak at all
Why are you so angry?
If inaction is my call
Why are you so lazy?
Battered back and forth between
Fuck you if you do
And rot in hell if you don’t
Labeled and lumped in
So you have a target to scream at
Deal with your own shit
And leave me out of it
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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