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Is There A Point?

Is There A Point?

  By jfarrell

 

I’ve tried,

But I just can’t make this goddamn machine work right;

Me, as a person, as a machine, piece of meat;

What am I spose to be?

 

Me? I’ve been nothing for too long;

Drunk, drowning in my own misery;

“that’s a life choice; you can fix that”;

I’ve been trying.

 

As much as I want to think “now is all I have, tomorrow is yet to be written.”

When I start tomorrow, yesterday will enslave me;

Before I wake, the dark that stalks my dreams, my waking;

And that’s just the crap in my head.

 

Why I’m still here, I don’t know;

Probably just cowardice;

Sorry, but, really,

Is there a point to this?

 

Is there a point? To all of this? To life?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i'm still asking

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Dragon’s Scales

Dragon’s Scales

   By jfarrell

 

Yeah, my honey-boy,

Take the sweets, take the comics;

Cut my rapist’s throat.

 

I’m glad you ain’t my kid,

I’d be ashamed of you, you little poof;

Cut my dad’s throat.

 

Jo…Jo…Joey Deacon..

Stuttering fuck, shut up!

Cut all their fucking throats.

 

Why should I make a nice dragon?

For all the ‘nice’ I am, 20% works

The rest is just folks taking me for a fool.

 

I want my dragon stronger, more beautiful, than I;

Hate and scum is all this world wants;

Thus my dragon will be built with what it wants.

 

All the hate I have, the anger;

The bitterness; darkness; cruelty;

My dragon has very, very black scales.

 

:-)

 

And, sorry for the swearing, I don’t mean to be a potty-mouth, but felt it was warranted.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

why should my draagon be a good guy or girl?

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