Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Poetry is for Chumps

Tonight for the first time
I stood to read and nothing
Came out of me
I burst in to tears
As the room looked on in silence
Big fat tears falling on a microphone
Until my friend took me by the arm
And got me out to the street
Where pretty girls walked by
Living their pretty lives
I sob sitting on a doorstep
Philadelphia won't you please eat me whole
So I can throw away this pen
And put these thoughts to sleep
I couldn't read tonight
Couldn't face the truth
Couldn't play the role
So my friends got me home
And sit here with concern
Watching me fall apart

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