Tristan Robert Lange

Wasted

I was sick of being wasted

So I gave up booze

And took up tea,

But that turned out no good

For my anxiety;

Besides, I’ve never really

Been able to sleep;

That is why I took

An antihistamine,

Which was supposed

To provide sleep pristine,

But awoke my legs

In a goddamn race—

Quite displaced—

Yet, despite all of these

Crazy issues I’ve faced,

In all of the various ways,

Nothing makes me more

Sick

Than all

Of me,

Of my time,

Of my efforts,

Of my self

And my soul

Being wasted

By the likes of

You.

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