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Boring
sapphic stanzas
Standing on the side of a bridge, he shouted
Hate for all the world he had once so touted.
“Suicide is best,” he no longer doubted,
“Life is too boring…”
Cloying losers, all of his “friends” were humdrum
Lifeless stodgy people, he could not become
One of their kind, better to die and be done
With all of their shit.
As he stood there, thinking about his trouble,
He was asked for money, a hungry hobo—
Who he made to listen, befuddled. Hobo
Pushed him right over!
Standing on the side of a bridge, he shouted
Hate for all the world he had once so touted.
“Suicide is best,” he no longer doubted,
“Life is too boring…”
Cloying losers, all of his “friends” were humdrum
Lifeless stodgy people, he could not become
One of their kind, better to die and be done
With all of their shit.
As he stood there, thinking about his trouble,
He was asked for money, a hungry hobo—
Who he made to listen, befuddled. Hobo
Pushed him right over!
Published 24th Feb 2019
| Edited 15th Nov 2022
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For the "Sapphics 1 of n" competition...
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24th Feb 2019 3:58am
Well, if it should happen that the hobo's name was Joe.. happy to help. If not, than still, a quite relatable read. Lol
27th Feb 2019 1:09pm
I love the way you write...with even flow and rhyme and words that bounce off each other beautifully
27th Feb 2019 10:01pm
