9999 ~ Fragmented Thoughts ~ What Do I Get? Poem by stan pelfrey
9999 ~ Fragmented Thoughts ~ What Do I Get?
Well, you lost it all
to win your prize.
And all the dreams you hold sacred
are now miniature-sized.
You kept saying, “What’s wrong with me? ”
and I never believed,
that with all your psycho bullshit
you’d be the one to leave.
But you are cold and you are cruel,
left me to tend house and play the fool.
Now you come back and throw a fit,
all you can say is “What do I get? ”
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