Life's meaningless, the bitch don't rhyme!
So poetry's a waste of time,
but still the poison pumps and pours,
and bares its breasts like worthless whores.
Love's languishing, and faith's no more,
mere mindlessness from shore to shore
sails on, with junk, containers crammed
with costly crap: we’ve all been scammed!
Life's fading fast, for me at least,
so soon, this shit will all have ceased
to bother me or piss me off:
at least I've one more beer to quaff.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2025 05:51
- Comment from author about the poem: feel-good days
- Category: Humor
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Ah but that's the key trying to make words that don't rhyme fit and feelings that can't be explained put into words keeps the mind busy and beer helps make the mind more creative, at least until the buzz wears off and you see the crap that you've written. A poem of cynicism that I have also had many times before. A fun write with more truth in it than I would like to admit.
Many thanks for your full feedback.
These are among the many changes in our life 🙏🏻🕊
Thanks.
Your words say it all
I read this twice and I really like it. weather you meant it or not, I feel deep emotions you penned. Thanks for the read.
Thank you, TearDrop.
Great write
Thanks, dude
You're welcome
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