Beating Tree

Rookie (august 16 1995)

Useful To The Living - Poem by Beating Tree

You told me a story one day & asked me a question the next day.
Well here is mt answer today.
No, I don't want to be you but, I don't want to be me.
No, I don't want to be you but, I don't want to be me.
Yet I still breath! ! ! Yet I still breath! ! !
But i don't go choking me, I don't want to be six feet under.
Food for earth worms.
No i can't possibly stay, everythings all the same.
No i can't possibly scream, no one is listening.
There are no bumb bumbs in the night.
There are no knock knocks on the door.
Oh, where are you? Mister Slender man? Mister Slender man? Mister...
Rip out my eyes & eat eat me alive, use my skin as a kight.
Make me Useful! Useful! Useful! Useful!
Make me Useful! Useful! Useful! Useful! Useful!

You told me a story one day & asked me a question the next day.
Well here is mt answer today.

Make me Useful! Useful!
Make me Useful! Useful!

Because right now..I'm not.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 12, 2012


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