I run out of toilet paper
Far too often.
Though running out of patience
Is my most prevalent trait.
And the coffee filter subsistence
Has worn down more than patience.
Of course I have no tissues.
Or even fucking napkins from
Fucking fast food shit holes.
My life isn't even in a place to where
I could have such luxuries.
It's a shambling mess of
Post adolescent
Twenty-something angst
I fear in being cliche
When I say there's no job market
Or I'm told I'm over qualified
For entry level jobs.
But I'm wasting away
Day dreaming of far away lands
Or at least a few days off.
Yearning for freedom from
Freedom
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
