Dirty DiaperA Poem by JasonPerkiset is a anchor, for the dangers From the strangers of the angry and famous I have heard you long before, You are so angy with me, you feel you can't settle for more The cash play has ruined your being, keep dreaming For you are being, Dreamy and wiery, and the steamed crabs Have gone cold, I told you, that you should have stole, something cheap people eat I know your trailer park self has never prepared A expensive meal for a real peice of trash, Whom is grown enough to see The world in a forged signature on a check for a million dollars that is a joke Like the great white hoax, or the great white hope With a dream and a rope, tied around my throat As I am jumping to see how much rope burn kills my choke What a world we live in, turning the key in the knob of this home Among the river admist this trailer we condone The same sadness we feel alone in the rooms of our minds Blinded by the ruins of time as we struggle to keep our hearts on the prize I am and have written a lie. We are still blind, and time has left me behind And it's laughing in my face as it has slapped the taste out of my mouth All along, I am like a dead trout, decaying and full of odor And the older I grow, I shall continue to grow colder in this struggled economy With a brand new baby girl, without a new diaper who is following She would love for a father that could provide, and little more then nine to five And the proper negotiations to keep her alive She may be the breath that keeps me moving forward But lord, what good is that when she crys hungry in the morbid Nightmares of the night time, in the lime light With the right mind to find the right time to fight the blind moments That hold hands within the deepest pits of my heart Broke as f**k, I sit back and watch a situation rip my world apart I fight back my tears, So she can't see the scars. And I change another diaper, dirty and unworthy With a blurry sense of understanding as to how much it's hurting © 2009 JasonAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 10, 2009 Last Updated on May 10, 2009 AuthorJasonAcross the potomac..., WVAboutFirst off, let me introduce myself. My name is Jason, and I live in West Virginia. I am twenty seven years old and have been writing poetry, journals, diaries, and short stories since I was a very yo.. more..Writing
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