Your Mess Not My Problem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about when your tired of cleaning up other peoples mess.

Submitted: February 07, 2010

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Submitted: February 07, 2010



Oh no you've done it again,
picking fights you know you can't win,
this time I won't come to save you,
stumbling home black and blue.

You made them mad, signed of your own fate,
wondering around no time to contemplate,
a way to escape the lurking date.

The ground was cold as your face hit making contact,
feeling them beat you cutting no slack,
eye swollen and black,
You've really done it now.

covered in scratches, ribs broken,
used up one of a few tokens,
calling me to pick up your mess,
No more this is the last time I protest,

Constantly being used for you troubles,
betting more and more owing them double,
no longer will you burst my bubble,
No more will I pick up your mess.

Call me all you want, but I won't answer,
You've done enough, shared the cancer,
of your bad choices and selfishness,
No more picking up your mess.

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