The proverbial you-know-what

The proverbial you-know-what

Monday, January 17, 2011

My town..Struggleville.. a poem


I feel alone in this faraway place
Feeling detached from the human race

Can't find a job to save my life
Beaten Down from stress and strife

Alone so alone in this wayout town
Tired of the drama of feeling down

Sleep is fleeting and and what's this curse
A refugee of an alternative universe

 Hopefully I'll go back to school
Knowledge is priceless and a valuable tool

Come to the crossroads
Where I've been led

I'll carve myself a life
Where the pen hath bled