Save those crocodile tears
For another day.
Don't you dare use them on
Me.
The tears shed by so-called friends,
A futile effort to
Cleanse the me, the heathen
You want to purge the strange,
Crafty businessman that
I am doomed to work for,
Just because he's not supposed to
Be there.
Your tears are nothing more than
Fresh oil drips from
Rattling cars that failed to see
Glowering warnings on the highway
They are the fragments of a
Free form substance that
Fluctuates in whatever
Contains it.
A biological trigger,
An automatic response without
Actually being processed
A robot's computation
Derived from social expectancy.
Bullshit tears shed to run away from the
Bitter responsibility of
My blood shed.
So don't waste them on me.
YOU ARE READING
Today Wasn't The Best
Poetry"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you." -Joseph Heller
