Feb 16, 2010 16:37
(untitled, help me think of one)
This man from town
Comes around
Drops by every Saturday
And does with me
(war refugee)
Something that’s better
Left unsaid
Today
Like any other day
He comes has fun
He goes away
He does just so
I can’t say no
And that’s a working day
Ten bucks
An hour’s time
For him to strip my all
Sixty minutes
There’s no limit
To the loss I face
What’s gone, I can’t chase
I wish
He wouldn’t come
And I wish
He wouldn’t want me
But if he doesn’t
I’m forgone
I’d long be dead and gone
I’m just a tool
For his
Temporary pleasure
I’m just a pawn
For his
Momentary leisure
But, but-
This is my life
And this is my strife
He’ll keep coming back
In his blue Cadillac
I will serve
And I will serve
And I will smile
Feh. Originally this was for a poetry competition, quite a serious one, in Hong Kong. Each school can only submit 20 entries and apparently, Getzlaf didn't like mine. Thought it was "dicey". So I'll post it here :p I DID spend quite some time on it so yeah.