Venting

I got a hair pin trigger Got a holster on my hip Put a nickel on my needle So my record don't skip My attitude is ugly There's no beauty in my beast My attention span is faulty And my anger has increased I got a nasty disposition Got a thirst I cannot quench It smells like broken spirit I can hardly stand the stench I got a sudden disconnection Lug the load that's on my mind I am NOT your great sensation I'm the son that never shined ~Billy Hitz~

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Jan Allison

Date: 7/20/2016 4:27:00 PM

Powerfully penned ... I can relate to the final stanza big time in my own life Billy but now with my poetry I am flying high - it saddens me its only now in my later life my mum has finally said for the first time that she is proud of me:-( hugs Jan xx

Billy Hitz
Date: 7/22/2016 8:07:00 PM

Thank you for your comment Jan. I appreciate your relating to my poem. WRITE ON! upward and onward.