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LOST CAUSE
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I COME FROM PHILADELPHIA
Eying up a cute
19 year old co-ed
I think of the pervert
I have become
Hell, at 25
I am still hopeless;
a head case
happy for beer, weed
and the occasional lay
it isn’t really enough
though
else I wouldn’t
have toughed it out
with the jottings
all these years
I might have been
something else
anything else
but it really is
funny how some
of these things end up
I still get
an occasional chuckle
out of it
Circumstances
I've been blaming the circumstances lately being entirely unfulfilling and it just ain't my time to thrive how people might expect of me. Yet methinks do rather well in the simplicity. No job, no motives, ambition, etc. And no hope for ever achieving these things, because the world seems gruelling enough. We're still expected to mature, make way, become better too. No matter what, it's enough to live. God knows what gifts to give, deserving or undeserving, and we rejoice through the wild wind satisfactorilly sustaining ourselves, despite the incredulity of being a man child like others often might condemn in blurry certainty. But we do well with our mad minds and perspective through everlasting changing force.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
Life is a combination of
Life is a combination of nature and nurture. There are some circumstances beyond our control. There are also many thinks that we can control. I find it best to focus on the things I can control. But we all have self doubt and insecurity. Try to find some joy and laughter in the world and hopefully thinks will work out better for you.