The Worst

derekgattoderekgatto Posts: 44
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I am starving...
How about a death in the family?
,or my love... How about its end?
A life altering trip, to the emergency room?
My utilities are due, my friend?

I can't look you in the face, anymore...
I can't watch the death, as it spreads...
I think my luck has run out...
At least, that is what it said.

Can I be homeless, and alone?
Unemployed, naked, and without harm?
Pennyless and rich?
Disarmed?

Take my car from the road.
Take the accidents from my head.
, and the gun from my hand.
I am already dead.

I can't look you in the mirror, anymore...
I can't watch my death, as it spreads...
I don't believe in luck, anymore...
, and this is what I have said...
(FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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Comments

  • My friend, after surviving a car roll over last night with only a few bumps & scratches---I certainly believe in luck again!

    Don't say FUCK YOU! just yet. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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