The Last Cry
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.