Rub Read Count : 8

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The fragility

of the human race

royally

pisses us off

for, being

immortal

by nature,

we expect

a whole lot more

and get a lot less

than we American Dreamed.


I saw you,

totally

undeserving

of your lot,

and wished

that it could

be exchanged

for mine

somehow.  But,

it doesn't quite

work that way,

now does it?

I guess.


Like everything 

else around here,

it never does.


Tell me something else

I haven't already

haven't figured out.

Not yet.

Comments

  • Jan 06, 2019

Log Out?

Are you sure you want to log out?