Thursday, November 5, 2009

poems 33 and 34

"Ugh"

Bad things always seem to come in a rush.
You're sore, you're sick, your best friend hasn't called in a while
And then you find out someone you love is
Hurting even more than you are, which just makes you hurt
Worse. You can't seem to get a break and you know you're busy schedule doesn't let up
Until Christmas.

"Cabaret"
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Well, at least I wouldn't infect anyone with my sickness.

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