Another sad b*****d song.

A Poem by dukovan

When the city came
it swallowed the native few
and filled in everything.
We filled in our shoes.

We thought about being self made b******s;
oh, that lonely laughter
of, "It can only get better."

I found a kindergarten picture I drew.
It looked like me;
I didn't know you.
I was asked to write a phrase.
I'm still not sure what it means.

I've thought about it again.
I'm getting warmer I'm sure,
I thought the thermostat couldn't go higher when I lived alone.

I am between the lines
that sit boredly between the sighs.
You know the times
when I b***h at the dog all day.

I tell him to speak.
I won't shut up.
I've got nothing better to do than complain.

I'm swallowing maze's making up my intestines.
I think they're distractions.
I'm a rat with a passion.
"Pet me, please, I swear it's the last one."