talking my ear off
about sorrows
you project on my angers
by claiming I dump on you
take all my misery out on you
get snarky and shit on your little happiness
when all I'm doing is sweating the next job
like everyone else I know these days
this is no metaphysical shit
just plain old worldly how the fuck
do I pay these fucking bills?
hock and smother me tell me I'm worthless
then apologize after you've seen
I've cleaned upon upon mess
and now I'm so sorry I did
get serious with me
I haven't laughed in at least two weeks
get serious while your denial
establishes a framework for your fears
while I take care of business
and turn on my side to sleep....
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