theinspector

Another day without a cigarette, the only desire I had was when the sun was out the snow melting, I wanted to roll the car window down and have one. But of course I did not.

I did not work out, pretty much went home, slept, woke up and came to work again. I want to start losing weight, I have been eating better and tomorrow I am going to start working out.

This is a poem I have had sitting on the back burner so to speak. I don't really like it, but I have heard from a couple people that I shouldn't drown it. Tell me what you think if you would, be honest - I have thick skin when it comes to my writing.

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Perspective

I am confused like a fish giving CPR.
Know what I think ought to be
but somethings wrong
as if I am watching the Brady Bunch
while Ted Bundy walks in the back door.
Things I want I do not see:
peace, love, knowledge, understanding, forgiveness.
I stop at the door to remove my shoes,
along with the rest of me; my feelings for society.
I watch t.v. and death, misery, and money stare back at me.
Published reality: mass media, fake wrestling, Days of Our Lives.
And I fall in love with a crack whore,
blonde hair, blue eyes