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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Our Founded Feelings"



Well on my way

To a loony farm

Where the grass is mowed

And crazy people moan

The world doesn't want me around

__in their society now

The stupid boring people

They look so plain and dull

Couldn't even sharpen their wits

'Cause they're just too dumb

No one can depend on me

__for somewhere to go

Because covid 19

__has got my apartment on lockdown again

This whole damned world is sick

But suddenly I'm "the crazy one"

There's nobody here tonight

The world is dead

__and lacking life

I will eat a pizza pie

As if I had a reason to try

To make anybody in the God damned world mine

The fire in my heart

Refuses to burn

'Cause that's too hard

I can't seem to pick up the pieces

Do I even have a reason to?

Who the Hell even wants me to?

My unwealthy

Poor mannered

Short fused

Bad teeth having

Ex-junky self

With a maladapted way of thinking

Who's too small

__in all the wrong places

Lacking manhood

And unemployable

Stuck on pills for the rest of his life

Who can't even take a bride

Doesn't talk to people

__in the real world

With nobody to train him how to be a man

Instead of just telling him how

And expecting him to learn from that

But I'll stop the list there

'Cause nobody cares

__just what the Hell is wrong with me

They just want me locked up

Because they don't give a fuck

__for people who can't measure up

____to their fuckin' standards

It's no wonder when covid 19 is gone

__there's just gonna be another virus

Thee Earth is pissed off

At people

__and their favortisms

And I'm guilty too

I've had favorites before they were a thing

Now look at ev'rybody


01-31-'21 #2

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: February 01, 2021

© Copyright 2021 DLCannon. All rights reserved.

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Steven P. Pody

Well, you compiled a book, have a pizza, and your grass is mowed for you. You've got a few million people ahead of you in the chute to hell. However, as long as you're stuck there, keep writing your interesting fare, and being unique-poet-you. Poetic regards, SPP

Mon, February 1st, 2021 6:58pm


Thanks. But I don't believe in Hell. The government it made up to try to control people.

Tue, February 2nd, 2021 12:48pm

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