Sunday, July 5, 2015

The Servant Laments

You will all miss me
when I'm gone.

Who will console you
when beloved trash is treating you like trash?

When your favorite backup plan
isn't around to pinch hit for your cherished men?

What will you do then?

What will you do when your drug intermediary
ain't so gladly merry to help your chemical need to escape?

Who will do for you then?

Who will soothe your ills
when everyone backs off?

Who will come around for you then?

Who will be there for you
as I stay deep in my den,

stirring only for the people
who remember me beyond being a means to an end?

Who will care for you then?


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