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isolation
by Artur Desruisseauxget drunk
get stupid
get stoned
write about shit that nobody cares about
but the only thing is
you are not informed
man
baby
girl
that you write like an asshole
and nobody worth their salt
cares
about
you
or
what you write about,
you are lost
and forgotten
done
why bother?
a cat scratches his or her nails
in the middle of night
a baby dies
you can buy a new car
move
get married
or change jobs
and that wont matter,
your kids might have more kids
and that wont matter
cause
little babies still die
and cancer kills
and aids
hates everyone
who likes to fuck-
you're just like those
afraid of the sun
except you act
like an asshole
and that's what I don't like about you
you're human
and that makes me sick
just skin on a skull
with eyes
and stupid lips
just a thought
in the middle of the night
depressed and
waiting
for the end. 05/27/2012 Posted on 05/27/2012
Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/28/12 at 09:44 PM this made me laugh; thank you |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/18/12 at 04:09 PM What are you looking for in comments? Do you really want critiques or are you just reaching out? I just read "How" to read poetry and would have to butcher this with a pencil I'm afraid, with those instructions fresh in mind. |
| Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 05/27/13 at 11:09 PM I think the motivation is pretty easy to discern. |
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