Poem 21: Jack

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Quit saying you'll do something and then not,

Don't get rankled when I get distraught.

I refuse to play these games,

I refuse to keep counting on your name.

I'm near the end of this bottle, wanting more,

'Cause you found a prettier seashell on the seashore.

You said you wanted me back, but you're too late,

I spent my life on the Jack you hate.

I didn't go and do hardcore drugs,

I just trashed my liver from delicious stuff.

If it killed me you wouldn't mind,

And you've hurt me for the last damn time.


-Ashleigh Mull 2/7/2016



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