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100 year old desk
by Artur DesruisseauxThis desk has seen me sit in front of it for many years
drunk
stoned
mad
depressed
and once or twice
crying like a little bitch.
This desk has seen me sit in front of it for many years
It once had a nice glass top that I broke
I burned it with cigarettes
set drinks on it
because let's face it
obviously, and most certainly, I don't respect wood!
My desk would hate me if I were that desk
This year I decided to get rid of everything I own
January 4th, 2015
all my clothes
the things I don't need like
my hair
my job
my sanity
my life
Come get them!
I will set them on the fucking curb tomorrow
You can have it all
just don't bring them back
I can't handle it anymore.
01/04/2015 Posted on 01/04/2015
Copyright © 2024 Artur Desruisseaux
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 01/05/15 at 07:09 AM something about how not to fix a temporary problem with a permanent solution. sage advice posted by some teenage girl on her twitter page a few months after she murdered another teenage girl out of jealousy. it is really a horrible thing when the glass top is broken. most people who have never gone through that aren't smart enough to understand. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/20/15 at 12:36 PM life is tenacious like a tide. no matter how much you put it to the curb it always manages to find its way back, unlike love which is quite another story. love once lost, it is a Paradise Lost forever. |
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