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Sometimes I wish it was the 90s again.
Think about it.
How rad would that be?
God, I miss the 90s...
-x-
On occasion I walk through the library.
I see hundreds of nonfiction books.
People poured their hearts into that book and no one will ever read it.
I find that sad.
-x-
She doesn't love me.
She loves him
It isn't fair. It should be me.
That other guy's a tool.
-x-
I killed her.
I nodded off driving.
My wife told me not to take that late shift, but I did.
And now I've killed a woman.
-x-
Daddy likes to hit me.
Afterwards, though, he's nice.
Mommy says it's the demon drink that does it.
Why does the demon in Daddy's drink make him hit us?
-x-
What am I doing in this town?
It's full of hicks and inbreds.
I hate them. I hate them all so so much.
I can't wait till I'm 18 and I can blow this popsicle stand, y'know?
-x-
They said I wasn't an asset, but a liability.
They thanked me for twenty plus years of dedication to them.
Told me I would truly be missed, that I was like family.
How do I tell my wife I've got no job?
-x-
Taking these pictures never gets any easier.
They're always so violent, so bloody.
What could possess a man to do that to another man?
Why would you let that happen?
-x-
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
HELP
-x-
Dear Me, why did I tell them to pray about their problems?
That was stupid.
Constantly getting blasted with their problems is tiring.
Next time I'll tell them to just tough it out.
Sounds like a plan!
Think about it.
How rad would that be?
God, I miss the 90s...
-x-
On occasion I walk through the library.
I see hundreds of nonfiction books.
People poured their hearts into that book and no one will ever read it.
I find that sad.
-x-
She doesn't love me.
She loves him
It isn't fair. It should be me.
That other guy's a tool.
-x-
I killed her.
I nodded off driving.
My wife told me not to take that late shift, but I did.
And now I've killed a woman.
-x-
Daddy likes to hit me.
Afterwards, though, he's nice.
Mommy says it's the demon drink that does it.
Why does the demon in Daddy's drink make him hit us?
-x-
What am I doing in this town?
It's full of hicks and inbreds.
I hate them. I hate them all so so much.
I can't wait till I'm 18 and I can blow this popsicle stand, y'know?
-x-
They said I wasn't an asset, but a liability.
They thanked me for twenty plus years of dedication to them.
Told me I would truly be missed, that I was like family.
How do I tell my wife I've got no job?
-x-
Taking these pictures never gets any easier.
They're always so violent, so bloody.
What could possess a man to do that to another man?
Why would you let that happen?
-x-
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
Help.
HELP
-x-
Dear Me, why did I tell them to pray about their problems?
That was stupid.
Constantly getting blasted with their problems is tiring.
Next time I'll tell them to just tough it out.
Sounds like a plan!
I think this is my worst poem, personally. But I am stupid. Give me honest feedback or I ASPLODE YOU FACE.
Mmkay?
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