A table in the middle of the room
Abandon, broken, no one cares
Someone sits on the couch next to the table
They place their feet on the table
Move your feet
You will hurt the table more than it already is
But why does that matter the table is already broke
We as humans are that table
If you are already broken
People break you more
Just because you are broken
We are all tables
We get used and then thrown away
Nothing but a stand for other people's pleasure
Nothing but a simple table
October4, 2016
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My Stupid Thoughts in the form of Poems
PoesiaWell if the title didn't say enough then I don't what to say. Either way this is a collection of my inner most thoughts that have been turned into stupid poems. So yeah that is basically it.
