How are we so bad
To each other? Why are we so mean Even when we intend To be good? I don’t know. Do you? I am so sad, So sad For how the world has gone. So sad, So miserably wretched To spite my knowing better. And where is there a place For one like me, One who can’t go on pretending That I don’t see, One who’s worn out to striving, One who cannot shop anymore At the five and dime Of wretched things. Done. I’m done. Gone. I’m gone. Good bye. I love you so! Remember me in better things, Or worse. It’s not ‘all the same’ to me, But it will be What it will be. Forgive me That I cannot dine Upon the things That you call delicacies. I’m broken to your aspirations. They do not entice me anymore. And for that I know That I am a betrayer of your dreams. But what am I to do? I cannot go on confessing A thing I don’t believe. Comments are closed.
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