By angieubaldo Date: 2002 Jul 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.07.19.25.8048]] |
I feel rusty, Busted. Broken, Smoken. I feel chewed up, Spit out, Like old gum, No flavor, But my color remains the same... I am a bubble, That popped a long time ago. A candle with the wick, All burned out. Peanut butter, No jelly. A record, That isn't selling. A toothless, smile. A toy, With no batteries. A car, With no gas. A dog, With no cat to chase. A race, That isn't worth running. A sun, With no sky. A radio, With no speakers. A story With no story to tell. Useless... Full of water, That no one wants to drink.... |