Disorganisation takes over in time
Even the froth on my skinny latte is uneven
I am repulsed by everything
Chaos, death, sex, life, myself
Sex is stupid really
and pathetic in its needs
So why do I feel this way?
I can use a sharpie to block it out
Scribble in those parts of my mind
and make it look like something else
Like a forged signature gone wrong
Alter it carefully and hope for the best
Maybe I shouldn't think this way at all
The flowers over there are dying slowly
and the corners are moving to the middle
as always, all this effort makes me tired
because it's never real
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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