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A Gripe
As far as I can tell,
I'm in love with three different girls.
Maybe love isn't the right word.
I'm lonely, I know that, it happens.
Why aren't my substances doing their jobs?
I'm walking all the time
and the results are there, clearly.
I'm working hard to be better,
for whoever happens along next.
I'm waiting for somebody that I should be searching for.
A pretty young serpent,
and her friend with bronze curves,
along with the girl digging in the dirt.
Somehow in orbit, but far out of reach,
and it's not like I could make any of them happy.
I may be in a panic,
but I'll simply lie in waiting,
hoping that I'll settle in time.
I can't see what makes me worth a damn,
but hopefully somebody else will soon.
