Too Much Poem by Mike Mendoza

Of this
Of that
No sense
To make a comeback
I need attention like anyone else
As much as a spotten rat
On the corners
The horror
To bother
The ones who know you more than you do
A new phone. New shoes
More clothes. New hairdo.

In my notepad I'll write in captions
Not worth it. Hold your position

Sometimes it's not worth coming out of your shell
They'd like you better before this hell
Mouth shut and honest. The problems still chronic.
Quarantines what I need to eliminate the toxic.
It's sad to say it wasn't meant to be so put that hard hat on and begin the sonnet
Stories to tell on how you were so so close to own it.