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Waste of Time

It has suddenly become clear to me,

after having so much time to think

while I drown out the sound of 

an instructor masquerading as a parakeet

reading from their informative sheets


I have spent too much time entirely

being romantic and maudlin,

lost in that poetic gauze

sobbing for whatever cause

my throbbing little heart

decided to fixate and rotate

around and around


Saving myself for an invisible

Prince. Some Prince. Virtuous 

in celibacy; such wretched idiocy.

I'll save that bloated corpse of misery

for when I'm old and without regard


But I'm young today

Fresh and lovely,

Charming and delightful

(when I like to be )


Instead of dwelling

on the apathy of some

I should just revel 

in the desire of many


And so, let me begin to 

feed from the trough of

lust that motivates; let

me smile in passing

when That Stranger

starts begging with his eyes.

Comments

  1. good attitude! You are young and lovely and beautiful once (maybe not the lovely and beautiful that lasts a lifetime, but young once!) go enjoy it and who knows who you might meet. Someone who will make you forget about whatshisface.

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  2. ps im kind of going through the same thing. I wish you luck. I think we can do it.

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