The Sun

Daily 7/20/2025

Been in bed since my last poem don't want to get up.

So tired of all these people corrupt.

Everyone knows I am well aware of their actions.

My roommate/uncle is a common denominator like fractions.

It is hard because I love everyone.

Anyone can get warmed up by the sun.

I guess while I am gone their days are rainy.

I go to the kitchen clouds are hazy.

All I have to do is get a new address.

More difficult than it sounds when you're left with less.

I got a PO Box and it surly did fail.

People at the post office stealing my mail.

I write everyday about things going on.

Told people for years they just said I was wrong.

Told them that we were all struggling for no reason.

That we all had a house for every season.

Illusions keep them in the rain bound.

Need no umbrella when the clouds aren't around.

So I'm closing out this poem on Sunday 5:17am.

No reason to get up waiting for the rain to begin.

You people feed hate and starve love then wonder why you can't find love. It is ridiculous.
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