Poetry is great
Poetry is grand
Almost like a soup that you pour out of a can.
I tell them no! but they don’t understand
Weighing out problems by the gram.
Forever eternally dammed.
Can I be held accountable?
As we slyly manipulate the young
Cruel bitter words on the tip of our tongs.
This life is breaking me bit by bit
Ticking days rolling in like mist.
Like a candle that’s already been lit
Go ahead burn all of it!
We begged for some bread
While you bathed in wine.
You stole all that was mine!