Distracted I'm going to be nicer today Be mindful of words that I say But that jerk in the car Put two coins in my jar And blew my intentions away I'm going to stop smoking this week I'm sick of the smell; my clothes reek! But after last night, When we got in a fight, I lit up. I guess I'm just weak. I promise each night That I'll set things right Come morn, my ideals are forgotten I scratch and I cling To each foolish thing Even vices that make me feel rotten So I hack and I cough For each thing I put off There's a payment that must be exacted Still, this much I can do: Write a poem for you -- Just as long as I don't get... Oh look my show's on! © 2013 Wakefield G Mahon III | |
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Razor-wire sculptures dipped in poisonous oil Fascinating to observe Deadly to touch These addictions Distractions Delusions Stealing truth Stealing joy Stealing pain At night, I lie alone in mediocre meditation over emotions weakly acknowledged Tinkle The wind chimes beckon Come let's play Let us frolic in the springtime sun. Liars! Death hovers One foot dangling o'er my doorstep And here I've scarcely begun (c) 2013 Wakefield G Mahon III |