The Problem I've Become

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Taking Our Sweet Little Time"

The Problem I've Become


If I Fell over

I would not know how to die

If I fell off a bridge

I would not be talked to

By a frog

And if hemp and acid

Really ruined my brain

How did I manage to grow, at all?

I "came a long way"

For some one who killed

All the brain cells that I have

Supposedly killed

I don't know what the real problem is

With me

No matter how much I grow

I can never be a "grown up"

But I'm not the one complaining

Maybe the whole world

Should check themselves

If they got a problem

__with me

Then that really means

That they have the problem

Why else would I be

"Their problem"?

I can't grind my mind

Into a mesh of bloody organs

But what in the fuck was their idea

Of giving me something to complete?


11-16-'13 #3

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: November 20, 2013

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