Human RefuseA Poem by Xanthous Crow
Sometimes it can't be helped,
I see you every day, I do my best to give you warning and wisdom But you wouldn't listen anyway So now I'm holding my breath. I've got nothing left to say. So now I'll let you continue down your path Do what you will, do what you may. Hang around corner streets Swallow down your pills and smoke your weed. Don't forget to be careful whenever next you jump into the sheets! You're all the same. Trillions of a kind. So don't heed my help - just walk away! Go and f**k yourself over, I don't mind. Wolf in sheep's clothing You use guys like me For doormats. But it's okay, I don't mind. One man's trash is another man's treasure. The bruises of abuse mark you like tattoos. You're just human refuse. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on December 31, 2011 Last Updated on January 1, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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