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Get down, before you fall down
Well fuck, what a miserable morning.
Wake up, have a smoke.
Jerk off, get dressed.
Coffees in the thermos.
Head out the door,
Slip and fall.
Fuckin ouch! 1st frost of the year.
Broken thermos.
Fuck who cares.
I gotta go watch a two year old
Who doesn't know their ass,
From a hole in the ground.
Persistent baby babble.
Ugh I want to scream but I hold back.
Always wanting whatever is out of reach.
Damn kids.
This
Sounds like a true story. I enjoyed your pain. I'm odd that way, having received five major blows to the head from signs falling to low overhangs, and 2 ice or sidewalk hopscotch back falls and hits. This poem sings to me of my life and who I wish I could blame for all that stuff my journey took me to. :D Lady A