Supper's ready
Go dish up
Instead
I'll sit here like you said nothing at all
Because I'm mad at you for something you did hours ago
And I'll light up a cigarette
And let the smoke fill the space around me
Just to show you how mad I am
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
