"i’m not funny anymore
fail to roll you on the floor
even left breadcrumbs at the door
became one huge colossal bore
but at least i’m not a whore
and not someone to abhor
or a pest you would ignore
maybe a twit you could adore
if i was one continuous roar
just i’m not funny
any frigging more"
or maybe i never was,
cold sober.
or maybe that's all i am,
not enough.
or maybe it's you,
who's changed.
as we wind down and spin off and turn towards tomorrow, as it happens, so they say.
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Tuesday, December 3, 2013
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