My A*s...

It's quite lame but I am not ashamed.

A Rhyme Crime:

When will this emptiness pass?

Life like this does not go by fast.

Boring and out of class

I thought happiness would stay, would last.

Head always stuck in the past

Heart broken and never fitted with a cast

Tried to fix it, but blood doesn’t mix with plast-er

I’m a hollow shell make of crumbling glass

Dwelling on memories my eyes can’t see pass

So I proclaim towards you…. “My a*s.” 

Author's Note

Not to be taken seriously of course.

Reviews

[Brooklyn]

LOL you should enter this into the contest please. "Lighten the mood," for comedic poetry