The smell of fresh fallen leaves baking in the sun,
Reminds me of a former life, one filled with fun,
How did living become such a chore,
It should be so easy not to keep score,
I am a man that doesn't belong,
I'm not a hobbit and I'm not King Kong,
I'm a middle aged fatass with a drug addiction,
Dead by sixty is my prediction,
I've lost in life and I've lost in love,
Chaos theory fits me like a glove,
I'm a creature of habit yet my thoughts random,
In my movie of the week I'm played by a stand in,
Life's an inside joke between Mother Earth and God,
Our brains take the punchline like a lightning rod,
And we stumble the land punch drunk confused,
The living dead so bemused and bruised.
~ Farls Tokley
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Anxiety Society
PoetryIn this collection of poems I talk about depression, dealing with condescending people and society's attitudes in general. Writing creates the catharsis I need in dealing with these woes. Oh woe's me, no one reads my poetry, should I give up throw a...
