Strung Out
Wanted to approach
such Realism
Felt compelled
set this spell
of absolutely ordinary words
Too bland to fathom or understand
Everything is random
There is no real thought behind this
Just waiting for a program
to finish downloading
Yep, another stolen game
pirated off the internet
How pathetic is that?
Surrounded by this wall of silence
someone came home
immediately ran up the stairs
I am a ghost it seems
who no longer is there
I don't have any honest means
dust has settled on the television screen
Listening to, ‘Shadow of Love’
by The Damned
How ironic is that?
Some 4o something
from Williamsville
called me Pinky
Yes, I'm about as Caucasian
as one can get
and I have no real reason
to apologize for that
Did I like how he looked?
Well, it’s hard to drool
over a one inch
pixelated picture
that wasn't even in focus
Now he'll probably read these words
and dismiss me as some jerk
But at least I met him
bravely half way
I didn't need to ply any trade
Being sober doesn't necessarily
have to be a sobering thought
But I was slightly amused
by his numerous misspelled words
Well, it was around 1 am
prospects are kind of dim then
So I'm back in a familiar hell again
Nothing on the horizon
Nobody’s got my back
but I don't consider this a rut
for I'm not stuck
Just plowing through
a streak of bad luck
No one is on my side
just strung out
on some solo ride
Goodbye.
mathiasthom
written 4/22/10
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