Category: poetry

  • The Lounge

    Why am I never surprised by the depthsOf despair that I see everyday.The cussing, the cursing, the tirade of shiteThat springs forth from my lips. Oh I say!I’m a joy to behold as I quietly sitWatching everyone pissing me off.The occasional eye candy softens my soulWhen the KARENS start, I’ve had enough.The WO3 has the… →