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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