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by Devon E Mattys

You can't spell.
You can't write.
You can't read straight.
Child, you're so worthless.

None of your clothes fit,
Your shoes are falling apart,
And your socks have holes.
Child, you're so worthless.

There's no money for a drink
but you're dying of thirst,
And you have all the time in the world,
but there's nothing to do.
You have paper,
And you have a pen,
And you even bought a pencil...
But you can't draw.
Child, you're so worthless.

You can't sing.
You can't whistle.
You can't play the piano.
Child you're so worthless.

Playing pool, your aim is off.
Playing foosball, you have no torque.
Playing video games, you never make the Top Five.
Child, you're so worthless.

You're worthless, child, child worthless.
No worth to speak of,
Or think of...
Or imagine...

You're simply


Posted on 11/02/2001
Copyright © 2021 Devon E Mattys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/25/08 at 05:14 AM

Hi Devon, This is powerful, very emotional. I had rewrite this, cause I got carried away. It's good writng and writing helps to heal. Reading this got to me. To think about the words said. To think that this really happens to people, being spoke to like this. I'd better quit now, cause I'll get carried away again. Lots of Hugs.

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