F**k ThursdayA Poem by DunlackVenting
Damn...Why am I up so
early?? Mad at the world only because it owes me something…what? Maybe heaven
knows. I thought about what momma told me, "Try to get up and read a verse
or two". I did...Then I discovered my vision is going bad… Just another reason to grab
the closes person to me and never let go…by the neck that is. How sweet. I must
lack a great deal of sanity due to my belief of one horrible feeling after
another is just a blessing in disguise… Keeping me humble, yet
creating a monster. Something like Quasimodo. Except I refuse to run to the top
of the Cathedral and hide. If you try to break me, I guarantee you will have
better luck conceiving your first child behind the city dump. How is that for a
honeymoon? Random thought but damn pops
got on that pipe and left in spirit man!! Forcing me to channel my twisted
thoughts on page with my left hand. Never mind my high volume of ignorance
during this current hour. Just venting, something my soul made clear that is
well over due…As well as my debt to society. I will not pay up until the
world gives me WHAT IS MINE!! Therefore I can care less, leaving today
impregnated…Never to return…At this time, I am in the number with
one those nappy headed no good n****s...Yeah I said it...F**k Thursday.
Take a troubled man that has great potential followed up with a bad nights
rest, this is what you get...Mixed feelings...Confused thoughts...How much
longer can I endure... © 2012 DunlackReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 27, 2012 Last Updated on November 7, 2012 AuthorDunlackChicago, ILAboutI'm a young writer from the city of Charlotte, NC with the ambitions of being known world wide for my work. I'm a Graduate of Gardner-Webb University, and will be furthering my education at DePaul Uni.. more..Writing
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