Tragic Weekend Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Tragic Weekend



My weekend was tragic,
how was yours?
I had to get down,
on all fours.

Every one has a blast,
important meetings did make.
I was the last one to leave,
and stop being fake.

You say I love you,
I think you are lying.
You think I'm happy,
I say I'm dying.

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