Shattered glass and rainy skies,
A broken dump truck window.
Digging through grass to pick up the shards,
Collect them up in a tobacco tin.
Shitty duct tape that doesn't fucking stick,
Oblong hunk of plastic over the vacant space.
Can't get all the shards.
They're underneath the long timothy weed
That's already died because of early fall weather.
No way to get every single sliver.
Oh fucking well.
All this shit
Because of a bad temper
And a stupid rock.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
