Better Poem by Dustin Dean

Homely coward during his lonely hour
Sits and thinks
Blinks and thinks...
Angry weather does not give any options
Curl and hurl
Hurl and whirl…
Sickly stomach still churns every hour
Hurl and bleed
Hurt and bleed...
This human mind does not give any options
Bleed and feel
Feel and deal...
So tell me woman, how does it make you feel?
All around scope, bragging of your golden wheel
Everyday is a day of freshly made progress
When I look at the outside, outside of 'this'
This is all I've got, which is clearly not a lot
So tell me, men, women, and children
How does it make you feel?