The End
The End.
Don't answer the door.
Or pick up the phone.
Never go out, opted out.
Do without.
Given up the fight.
Reached the end.
Switch off the light.
Cloths untidy, bed unmade.
Slouch around in dressing gown.
You gave a dressing down.
Why should I stir myself?
No one cares. I'm on the shelf.
Unshaved, hair askew.
Slouch around in my stew.
No hope for you, my man.
You've had it.
Thats true.
What a way to end.
In a dustbin, to send.
No good to man or beast.
Rubbish you are.
Never a star.
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Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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