Which emotion
Is truly me
To fight on
Or to give in
Which is righteous
Which is sin
Everyone has stopped reading my poems at long last
For they have realized something far in the past
There is no secret meaning
There are no great lines
Just gibberish on a page
That rhymes sometimes
But it’s alright, keep going
You might find something you like
A word or a phrase that describes your new bike
You’ll think
He wrote this
Just for me!
But really
There’s no connection
There to see
Interpretation is the biggest flaw
White can mean black and fist can mean jaw
Don’t go
Stay longer
But really, it means:
Bush is a war monger
I think it’s time to bring this poem to an end
My last line will be very clever my friend
I assure you, it has meaning
Just read one more time
Hot damn baby, you’re looking super fine!
My words
That you've heard
Though they seem a bit absurd
I'm trying
I'm dying
To show you what I've learned
Now it's time to say goodbye
But don't cry I'll tell you why
Through the pain and through the strife
I'm glad I had you in my life