He's quiet
But he's thinking
He's asking himself where he went wrong
What he could have done different
If he should have been more strict
When he was growing up
He's quiet
But he's tired
He's wondering if he'll ever learn
And if he won't
What can help to teach him
And how he can get him
To close his mouth and open his ears
For once if only this once
He's quiet
But he's angry
Silently screaming profanities
About that asshole
That fuck up
That dumbass that just won't listen
But also cursing himself
For cursing at him
Because he knows that it's rude
He's quiet
But he's fed up
Knowing nothing else can be done
Because he's done everything already
Wanting to be supportive
But also wishing that jackass would use his brain
And stand on his own
He's quiet
But he's wise
He knows not to hit the sauce behind the wheel
It's fucken obvious
Isn't it obvious
Why doesn't he just listen
Because I know what I'm talking about
He's quiet
But he's supportive
When tomorrow rolls around
He won't look him in the eye
Won't say more than three words at a time
He'll call around town
Looking for a new bumper
Or fender
Or whatever the part may be
And he'll pay for it like he does
Because he'd want somebody to do that for him
If he were a reckless kid in his mid twenties
With little income
Because that's what he does
He helps people
Much to his chagrin
And anger
And overall thoughts
He helps people
And he will help people until darkness greets him like an old friend
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
