untitled poem
by L. Hell | Score: 3700
what am i waiting for? i am waiting for you to turn off the tv that's playing the Stephen Colbert Show and get up out of your chair and draw the shades up and look up at the swirling gray skies and try to talk over the hurricane sirens.
but instead, you keep the tv going and the girl on the tv announces her newest pregnancy, cue the audience oohing and ahhing and grab a rotting banana from the basket on the kitchen counter and eat it
if it was me you were watching instead of me watching you, we would be in the middle of a fight right now
the safety goggles are paint-splattered and lying on the basement floor. at least, the firefighter in me says, at least the fires will be put out by this hurricane
you are just an average bank clerk who doesn't care about anything other than money, i am just another 15-year-old kid with something or nothing to say, you determine which like you determine which stuffed pet i wanted from the traveling fair (the dog the dog the dog)