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The Last Cry

Roderick Richardson

 

I’m trapped in a black hole called

A small town.

Where there is plenty of nothing

To do but sit around and dream

About the things of your lust. Seems

To me people should try to make

A difference in this but really

we don’t cause we like being nothing.

There’s lots of job security. I

would love this but I’m cursed

With an open mind and a close

Wallet. The only people who’s

Listening is J. D. and the booze-

A knife gains interest before I doze.