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Sep 2014
I am the Keeper
The one who keeps the days and the times

I am suffering and emptiness
I have a breathing problem sometimes
Maybe it is this suffocating environment

This stupid ******* economy!!
I have a four year degree and 16 months
Of education past that
And still no job

And I still have to live with my ******* parents!
And I have lived in this home for 17 years!
And I am tired of this!!

Tired and empty and lonely
And I'll work and work and work
And work like some ******* slave
On this slave planet

And on and on and on
And I'll never find anyone

And I'm not that attractive
And I'm always alone
But I'm tough and mean

And I have a ******* gold cross with little diamonds on it
Hehe
And I walk around with it in my pocket
It is for protection or something
Hey, everybody has to believe in something
On this miserable rock!

Our borders are wide open
I bet there will be a terrorist attack
Sooner or later
WIth all these executive orders
Are rights have been stripped away

At least I have iodine pills
And a nuclear biological chemical suit
On its way

I'm a man for all times and all seasons
For all reasons
I'm so poor!!

And I can't even afford to drive out to my college
I go there hoping to meet someone
To talk to someone
That gives a **** about me!
But all these 22 year olds
All they do is go on their ******* iphones
And nobody has a conversation anymore

I'll just read my philosophy again
Or something like that
Who really cares anyway
All I ever wanted was a hug
But the huge never came

Know thyself and love thyself
No pain no fear
Each day is like a thousand years
Why am I breathing like this?
Nothing is wrong, it's all in my head
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I want my own apartment
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The death of the American dream
And the American dollar

The globalists will have their way
As they usher in their New World Order

Drones and drones, everywhere
Eeeeek
All this technology
And I'm just some guy
6 feet 172 pounds typical ******* WASP

But I'm tough and I'm mean
And I am full of emptiness and pain

You know the name
Maaaaadddddeeeeline!!!!!!!
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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