My eyes stare blankly out the window
I don’t care to share emotions I won’t show
What’s the point of it all?
A silly prize, bragging rights, a check that’s far too small?
We don’t use all of our brain
Knowledge and memories all go down the drain
why do we try?
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What do you get up for every morning?
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Comments3
A most interesting reflection over days activities upon arising. Nicely written
Thank you Soren.
You are most welcome Allie
Well said,
Thank you for the comment.
Shit ain’t nothing else to do LOL, great poem
Haha true true, thanks Demar.
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