Showing posts with label If My Poems Were Autobiographical I'd Be In An Asylum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label If My Poems Were Autobiographical I'd Be In An Asylum. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Poem: "Redundant"

Your room smells of champagne and sweat,
Mine of loneliness and beer.
In all my life, my one regret
Is that I'm not needed here. 

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Shockingly, this poem is not autobiographical. My apartment smells like loneliness and rum, thank you very much.