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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If it weren’t for my distractions I’d end it all today. Turn my back on society And simply walk away. Gone would be my days of worry And suffering through the pain. Of having those I’ve helped the most Screw me once again. I’m alone in days of solitude But even more so when I’m not Seem’s the only “friends” that come around Steal everything I’ve got I’ve tried hard to be helpful Feeding the hungry and the poor But the only thing I hear them say is “More! Damn it ! More !” When asked the other day why a man would put a bullet in his head I laughed so hard because many days I wish that I was dead I’ve learned to read the writings that are scribbled on life’s wall And come to understand the futility of it all For those who haven’t noticed No one gets out of this alive Death is always lurking Be it cancer or fatal drive I’ve given up on humanity I see no loving god To waste your time in search of one Is something I find odd When I take a look around I see everyone is upset They hate their job, their car, their neighbor, their shoes, the gays, the whites , the blacks, the Jews. The Puerto Ricans, the Russians , the Chinese , Californians , Martians , Mormons, Catholics, fat people, old people, cats, dogs, kids, the color of grass or the sky at night and even the president. Yet through all of the misery They want to live another day Though in the morning when the sun come’s up They’ve nothing nice to say They scream and shout and rant about - demanding nothing but the best Yet when they’re asked how much they need They simply shout : “More than all the rest” Having never learned: More is simply more…. and it’s nothing more than that… Darrell (The above is simply a form of artistic expression)
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