Hey folks. I've been busy lately. But I found time to write a new poem. Enjoy.
no one ever calls
The days pass me bye
The nights drift away
And I'm sitting here doing nothing
After working all day
Oh I would love to go out
But go out with who
No one ever calls
I have little to do
So I sit here and type
Listen to music and drink
Lots of time to do nothing
Nothing but think
About the web of loneliness
That has blanketed me
Oh I wish there was something good
On the lame ass TV
Things used to be different
Not so long ago
Always going out
to a dinner or a show
But not anymore
They don't want me around
So I just sit here and mope
With my perennial frown
I guess they are tired of my problems
Invading their little lives
I guess they are tired of my jokes
Maybe funny the first time
I guess they are tired of me
It's something I have to accept as true
No one ever calls
Oh I have nothing to do
no one ever calls
The days pass me bye
The nights drift away
And I'm sitting here doing nothing
After working all day
Oh I would love to go out
But go out with who
No one ever calls
I have little to do
So I sit here and type
Listen to music and drink
Lots of time to do nothing
Nothing but think
About the web of loneliness
That has blanketed me
Oh I wish there was something good
On the lame ass TV
Things used to be different
Not so long ago
Always going out
to a dinner or a show
But not anymore
They don't want me around
So I just sit here and mope
With my perennial frown
I guess they are tired of my problems
Invading their little lives
I guess they are tired of my jokes
Maybe funny the first time
I guess they are tired of me
It's something I have to accept as true
No one ever calls
Oh I have nothing to do