Scott Campbell Poems

Put it on the card; write a check, can I owe you?
An empty pocket leads to an empty stomach; an empty stomach leads to an empty mind
The world is broke and hungry, the world is a joke and angry
Charge it, cash on delivery, empty promises of dues, take the easy way out man,
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Everything is almost gone. One by one, piece by piece, dollar by dollar, gone.
Once the bread is gone, will I write? Two cigarettes left, then what, will the writing stop?
Smoking by itself won't kill you, you need a job to achieve both, and one kills faster than the other.
I've asked too much of everyone, no one wants me around anymore. One by one.
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So what, I am up.
All the people in their little boxes around me everywhere sleeping
Resting up to go to work
Work like the ants
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Love is like a long line of people waiting
It seems to take forever to get to the front
Waiting amongst ugly faces and unpleasant smells
Feel the distrust, just keep moving forward
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Poetry is not
Beautiful words strung together to make you light
Poetry is not
Appreciated by anyone but the author
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Sitting alone
Being alone is not so bad
Unless you can't stand yourself
I imagine this happens, often
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A glimmer of lives similar
Like a head wound, always on my mind
Gushing, taking my life, pulse after pulse
Women will do this to us, even the ones we don't know
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Forced out of sleep
A gloom, lurking feeling has done it again
Life, love, expectations, sitting on my chest,
Draining the air like a sponge
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