Utter Uselessness - Poem by timothy mercurio
this is not a poem, as you can obviously see! .
i am not at all in my rights to discredit or condone
a purpose that follows once my fingers touch the keys
i can lie in wait on every date
i am a person yet not a god!
i write this little note to show, i don't know
i am telling a story that isn't a story, yet its just as pointless for all to be sorry
a feeling or dealing with as much kneeling
i write and write to waste more time.
as you may already see? , this doesn't seem to make at all any sense
so, why am i writing or showing you all?
well i don't care if one would call
i am me! a person to see
people are people
so what does this mean?
well its simple to relieve if you aren't at all clean
i am boring.
i am not fun
i am not ashamed to be who i've become
i am as i am
i dont care no mo'
i listen to myself whether its the right thing or not
how have i become. as you would have seen,
its all in the mind.just an awkward one kind
' i wrote this to see who or how you all may be'
hi, when i wrote this i was bored out of my mind and had wondered though perhaps my mind was feeling as it was wandering down a gorge
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