Spoon

bent spoon

He likes to think

That those numbers

Are a conquest

 

He shows everyone

He’s so proud

Tall, dark, and lanky

 

To me you just

Look like you need

A damn good scrub

Dirty, gritty, & smelly

 

He ploughs the fields

But none of the crops

Will ever grow

For him

 

What an idiot

Everybody says it

His mind is an empty field

& he fills it with dead seeds

 

He’s like a used up

Broken old spoon

Bent, and filthy

 

Keep ploughing the fields

With your dirty bent spoon

It’s all you’re good for

 

 

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