You’re so laissez-faire
And it’s annoying
You just don’t care
And it’s boring
The way you’re bored
All the time
I wonder if it’s a life worth living
With a passive view
But still an attitude
Toward, about, beginning with
Nothing
Did anybody ever tell you
That’s where it returns to?
I don’t mean to preach
When I know I can’t do much better
But you’re just so full of things
That begin and end in
Goodnight
1 comment:
One word: FANTASTIC.
This poem is GREAT. I even like the title. The rhyme is really simple, but it doesn't sound, excuse the term, retarded, like most simple-rhymed poems sound like a fourth grader wrote them; it goes deeper than it pretends to be, and it also happens to express exactly a sentiment I once tried to describe and couldn't. Definitely one of my favorites of yours!
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