Thursday, April 16, 2015

My Malady Is Me



I’m sick of me

Tired of talentless

Done with “trying hard”

All spent on poor but proud 

Mediocrity rolled up in ho-hum

It’s make or break and I’m broke

In a dog eat dog world, I’m puppy chow

Regretting all this regret has me depressed

Can’t look when I’m undressed

Fuck! What’s a man to do?

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