We're sorry.
The number you have dialed
has been disconnected
or is no longer
in service.
I know it's hell,
A place you're getting to know well.
But even though
the flames are hot,
I know you've got
a fighting chance to pull through.
And those were
the last words
I said
to you.
Fuck.
This.
Job.
Fuck.
This.
House.
Fuck.
This.
Every day I spend
doing well without.
There should have been
There should have been
There should have been
More.
To do.
I should have gone
I should have gone
I should have gone
and crashed the floor.
Next to you.
Fuck.
This.
Job.
Fuck.
This.
Car.
Fuck.
This.
Life I spend
every night in the bar.
Don't I know it's hell
Don't I know it well
And even though
your body rots,
I know I've got
nothing better to do.
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Author:
Noah Malice (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2023 10:30
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Comments2
A very powerful read. I myself am a big fan of poems that are to the point. No guessing, no wondering, just a "Fuck you, have a nice day." That being said, I do still wonder, just how many people I've never met share so many similarities with me, and others, too. I much enjoyed the read, both out of empathy and respect. Best regards.
thank you, i wrote it as an opening to a longer piece and i don't know if i'll finish it but we'll see
Very welcome. I'd be down to read it if it ever comes around. More than happy with this version too though.
Very powerful and well said,
I can feel the pain, anger and all the emotion put into this piece, great work GON
thank you
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