Molasses Melancholy CowboyA Poem by A Modern HippyI’m stuck, d****t! Stuck! I’m goddamn lonely, but I hate feeling pushy. I feel bloody soppy, like a flower plushy. Damn, I want to pass the puck. Still, at least I’m not a nuisance, right? The hell you aren’t, kid! This is life, not a video game. Sitting out doesn’t make you less of a pain, it makes you more of a pain to a different person. Hell, if I could quit, I would have, right? Jump off a boat into the ocean and drown. But then I’d never see the little cousins grown. I want to see that, before I feel the fish bite. I seem to live for the dying and the growing. Puppy dogs and elder cats. And really, in a semantic sense, we’re all doing that. So might as well just keep on lowing. Get on home, cowboy. You’re melancholy is getting cold. © 2014 A Modern Hippy |
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Added on December 23, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 AuthorA Modern HippyPerth, AustraliaAboutMessage me any setting+animal+object+ (optional) genre and I will write a short story using those elements. Also, any post with the title 'Character Concept', 'World Concept' or 'Story Concept' i.. more..Writing
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