I'll See Myself Out
It was a whisper to his mate as they gawked.
It was no secret. Everyone thought it.
“That one was rode hard and put up wet.”
I get it.
I’d throw me out too, if I could.
Have you ever held council with a dumpster
trying to convince yourself that you’re not peers;
that you maintain social standing?
“C’mon buddy, you know you can’t be here.”
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong
“I won’t be long…
I just need to warm up.”
Pipe dreams down the pipe.
I’ll just huddle in a dumpster.
Fill it with trash.
Why am I trash?
“Don’t answer that.
Who cares anyway…”
I've thrown myself out,
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment