Where Are You - Poem by Jenny Foisy
Creativity God where are you!
I seem so mundane
My writing seems so spiritless
Where the hell are you?
I’ve got the ingredients
Got the tears on my face
Got the smell of sex on my hands
Got the emptiness
Now where the f*ck are you? (Microsoft word wants to say where the F*ck is you -if you use curses you have to be ghetto too, maybe I should go with it, lets try….Now where the F*ck is you?) (Maybe you’re hiding in my dreams I’ll try and search)
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