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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Experience · #1882737
a little self-pity

Like a blind, deaf, soul on an assembly line,
We haunt this world with little time.
We grasp our friends and hold them tight,
We have no idea if we see the light.

We go to school, take classes, and study.
We peer through the lens, but alas, it's muddy.
We date our professors and know we shouldn't.
Try to make A's, but no, we couldn't.

Graduated on fumes, got a low-paying job.
Couldn't get fired, the boss was my Mom.
Got caught stealing pencils and threatened with flack.
Mom came and she yelled, had to listen to that.

Got my first check on Friday and tried to buy dope.
A close friend took it all and just couldn't cope.
Flag an ambulance in time, but his brain was fried.
When his parents showed up, we booked; then we lied.

Got a part-time career at the rehab center,
Thought I was paying my dues, but I was a renter.
Sat in a circle and warbled my story.
How I had it all, but got none of the glory.
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