Power Station
To all of my loves,
I'm nothing but a greying power station.
They're not interested in me
or my well being
I'm not sure if they ever were.
They come at me with endless barbed babble
have little need for dialogue or advice
I'm just a chew toy for their mental mice...
when their confusion evolves into a vice
They have their smart phones
and other instruments of distraction
they already know everything.
My loves are leaving now -only half charged up
They're onto their next power station
to get topped off.
I'm completely drained
but completely happy that they're gone.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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