Ramble, ramble, ramble

My writing hints that I'm a self-centred f****r. Ugh.

Ouch
Hear me shout
Somebody please
Let me know I'm still around
I feel like the banana in the bottom of your bag
Soft-decaying reminder of what you could have had
And all of the injustice should really make me mad
But it's so hard being angry upon my own behalf...
Can someone do it for me?
Fight all of my wars, please
'Cause I feel all locked out and
They've taken the backdoor key.

Reviews

[Gee]

A self centred f****r, now that's a good title for a poem. We all feel this way at times, that is all them, them, them and no time for lil ol' us. A voice not heard, presence unseen, well jus t keep soldiering on, eventually..

[Rebekah Smith]

Agreed: everybody has a lost and lonely, whiny child locked inside, no matter how it presents itself. This time, mine was indulged a little