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Liver's Limbo
I’m tired of thinking what to say.
Tired of laughing when nothing’s funny.
I’m tired of feeling far away.
Tired of texting ‘I love you honey’.
Here I am in liver’s limbo.
Empty time has slipped away.
Looking out the bird-shit window,
Thinking still of what to say.
I know myself too well to care.
I wake up with me everyday.
There’s so much fun to have out there,
But I stay in with “Boo-Hurray”.
Here I am in liver’s limbo.
Going nowhere good today.
Maybe I should start up bingo.
Maybe I should drink my face numb.
posted by Kate @ 2:31 am
2 Comments:
Hey, happened upon your blog today and enjoyed it. Poetry is so good for self expression, isn't it?
That is the best last line for a poem in the entire history of poetry. Well done, it was so unexpected, a little aggressive kick in the face. Wonderful.
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