Another Something I'Ll Never Really Finish Poem by Nicholas Neato

This was the ripest
My fruit could get
Now I'm hungry and I'm strung out
I could never fake it
Afraid I'm old and burnt out
Afraid I'll never make it

I'm falling again
I hope there's a reason below
Not quite sure that there is
Not quite sure if I'll ever know

This bottomless pit
These walls
With their ever so watchful eyes
Judging me
Tearing out my insides

She a fashion princess
He's a lonesome beast
My they carve together
This insinuating piece