Why Not
I sit still, blankly looking into the screen
Forever crippled by the TV
Imagination, killed by people
the lovers, the followers, the religion
Suicide is a game
and its hunting season
So, I say "**** it"
Why not?
Copyright © Sam Spry | Year Posted 2013
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