Saturday, September 15, 2012

The Taste of Blood

My scatter brained anger
and discontent spent
working for men
who like me
are shells of themselves 

My love life lost
to one woman scorned
who continues to break my heart
in my dreams

My intelligence wasted
on distractions
and inaction
talk a big game
and play video games
rinse a life away
at the end of the day

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