Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Dullness isContagious

i do not have any poetry left inMe;

           i do believe that you've takenIt

                       and let your last two wordsBleed

                                  together into a strange sort ofSoup;

                                                and now that the poor cat isGone,

                                                                have you sorrie Miss yet putAway

                                                                             your discolored fictionBooks?