"The Fit" 10//9//02
i have run out of ways
to explain lonesome ways
it's depressing, it sucks
hell, you don't give a fuck
you sit there and read
with mild interest
these words, this poetry
"this is his best?"
so i am tired
of trying to explain
my agony, my hurt
this endless pain
what good does it do
to sit and whine
people get tired of it
after only alittle time
so now i'm mad
i'll sit and pout
this poetry is bad
so now i'll shout
it does no good
it has no use
this life still sucks
i'll take more abuse
write your critiques
do your worst
i don't care
come quench my thirst
hurt my feelings
pain my pages
tatter my confidence
shatter it for ages
it makes no difference
i shall not defer
i've given up the race
i'll settle for third...