Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Out of the Bag

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A screech from my soul

Into the dark night. But

You’re standing with your

MP3 player blocking out

The sound of my pleadings.

All that you hear is the sound

Of 90’s grunge echoing against

My cries. Why won’t you listen to

Me? Why can’t you see? But you

Stand there, sipping your latte

While the car crushes your

Brittle ego.

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Written by barryr22

September 20, 2011 at 9:14 pm

Posted in Poetry

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