Served hot
Served large
Served daily
Hot and fresh
Remnants of what i would have once called a star
Given away cheaply on the sidewalk
Thrown up or away at first chance
The memories of a burning fire
Of ideas and words
Now dead
Now mould
Now feverish
Now gone
Rubbish and ashes of the mind
Could have never been the best
But also believed that
That fact
Wasnt ever so
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PuisiThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe