Sunday, June 17, 2012

This Poem Blows

Remember when
I could smile and grin
Be happy in the state I was in
Nothing could get under my skin

That was then
I said my prayers with an amen
I was zen
Look where I'd been

Now my solitary demeanor is sad
Focusing on what I had
Living scantly clad
Becoming a lunatic raving mad

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