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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2237294
i've had enough of this world
I like my peace and quiet
I want to be alone
No answering the doorbell
No talking on the phone

I’ve had enough of this world
I can’t take any more
Instead I’ll pull the shades down
Lock the windows and the door

You might call me a hermit
Off living on my own
Your birthday card won’t reach me
Returned “Address Unknown”

I do not have a TV
No Internet to scan
Don’t want to talk or listen
I don’t trust any man

So maybe I’m a coward
To hide under my bed
But when I look around me
We might as well be dead

Just look at where we are now
This planet where we dwell
We’re standing at the entrance
Of a slippery slope to hell

I don’t see any path out
No way to save the day
What slightest chance we once had
Is too late anyway

We’re victims of our own acts
Our greed and lies and hate
The blame must lie within us
We’ve fashioned our own fate

There isn’t a brave white knight
No hero on a steed
Someone to save us all now
When that is what we need

Is this the end of mankind?
Is this the fatal blow?
Since I live like a hermit
I guess I’ll never know

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