deepundergroundpoetry.com

Old Times

Hovering a staggering level
remembering the days
you used to revel

Come on now, be blunt!
your past was shit
would a blunt really have helped today's want?

have you always been this stupid of a cunt?
Well, I mean . . . probably.

You, my mind's overlord, put on your favorite sweater
until you finally sweat
it won't become a threat

A slight sense of insecurity
mixed with a sense of misery
and impurity

Life isn't a breeze
I mean,
it can end in a miserable disease

What do you find fun?
being on the run,
thinking of a loved one?

Do you feel more than you can come to terms with
and have a major weakness?
I don't know the rest, go ask a real wordsmith

come on now, you're already on the battlefront!
why are you yelling at me?

Are you in a pit?
stuck with yourself,
to the point an acquit still wouldn't really mean shit?

How will you acquit yourself
next time you're stuck in a repetitive mind wracking position?
time to slide this thought onto the shelf . . .