hang me out to dry after i just tried to be happy
oh, you wanna bring him back in? he beat --
c'mon, man, it does matter if he can't hit a puck
keep my mouth shut? i will complain all i want
eventually you guys are going to have to let me out
you can't keep me in here forever
success! i promise, coach, there won't be anymore issues
touching me is off limits, though, i hope they know that
i didn't ask for them to be mad at me, they just did
c'mon, you little weakling, show me what you got
kick me, slap me, yell at me, so you can get thrown in
sucks when there ain't no one to sit there with you, huh?
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
