It Was A Good Day To Not Give A F**kA Poem by John Patrick Robbins AKA GonzoMaybe it's me that just simply no longer give's a f**k about you. Maybe I never cared to begin with. Fairy tales can keep you company but not as good as a warm bottle and a cold night.
Sometimes it haunts me other times it simply just flows a summer breeze through some worn garment on a clothes line. Do we regress or simply die to all true passion my dear.
Maybe a tease of nothing beats the agony of a whole lot of nothing you truly own. Well aren't you peach in a apple orchard of empty promises and a nothing's reprise.
The old man who always seems to be part of the park bench scene. Has vanished from view leaving this place to be taken by me.
Now we all fall down simple laughter from distant voices leads me to recall. Emptiness within is all I've ever claimed to understand.
Pain will deceive you to take shelter in far worse arms. maybe we should take shelter in the pain instead?
Dreamers always find this world to harsh to understand. Maybe that's why I never cared for sleep to begin with © 2013 John Patrick Robbins AKA GonzoReviews
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StatsAuthorJohn Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzoknotts Island NC, NCAboutWell im a Baroom Poet,Comedian,And full time madman of the net. Ive been a bouncer, bartender,Dj,worked many a construction job,you name I probaly did it but enough with the foreplay amigos .. more..Writing
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