IncompetenceA Poem by IsolophobeIncapability FTW!I can't wash the taste of Bitterness out of my mouth Perhaps I should stop biting the Bullet.
I can't paint an attractive mural Where my face now is Maybe I should make it Tunnel.
I can't re-program the circuitry Your technicians plagued me with Maybe I should pull the Cord.
I can't teach a dead dog new tricks Or a disabled one how to play fetch. So thanks for the put downs.
I can't read the writingon the walls In a glass house. They were clawed in with fingernails I used to be proud of. Now I hope you don't watch me Fill them with semen So these barriers won't feel so Rough.
I can't cry myself to sleep. But I can write a suicide note In my head that will fade out As I lose consciousness.
I can't write a poem to say just How unfortunate I feel. Or how jealous I am of married couples Or how disrupted my train of thought is When a woman smiles at me. Or how I make love to myself To forget my hate for just one moment. I can't. But I'll try. © 2009 Isolophobe |
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2009 Last Updated on February 20, 2009 AuthorIsolophobeLos Angeles, CAAboutI am an engine. Do add me on facebook, if you're bored or uh want to. more..Writing
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