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Date Posted: 01:35:43 05/18/03 Sun
Author: GS
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool24-24.nas51.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.24.24
Subject: Oopsie-Daisie, Whatever.

Oopsie-Daisie, Whatever.

Hours cut,
Can't get a job with
An engineering degree,
Huh?

Passed over 4 times for full time,
Unemployment running out,
Closed out my retirement,
Borrowed too much,
Owe twice a year's pay in taxes,
Completely broke,
Will lose my house?
Can't afford rent.

Can't afford auto insurance,
Can't register my car,
Some idiot pulls out without looking,
Tires screeching,
Car wreck.

Love a married woman,
Broke up after 10 years of...
Guilt.
Lost chances,
Crazy women...
Too young, or too mad,
Or too crazy...
You should hear about it,
Whatever.
Or too far away...
Loved her too much.
Whatever, too much.

Don't keep my friends,
Because I'm cranky,
Bitter, not very friendly,
Annoyed by rhetoric,
Don't care about money...
Whatever.
Don't party.

Try to make this poetry.
Get angry!
Don't want no sympathy,
Just a change in luck,
Or magic...
Hmmm, major change.

All about me...
If I had done...,
Or if I could just...
Running out of choices.
Tired of living, really,
But I have a son who
Would be hysterical.

Can't be a criminal,
Can't be a liar,
Can't sell myself.
Crutches, need crutches...
Figuratively.

Other situations worse,
I'm pretty healthy,
Though my teeth are falling out,
For some reason.
And hard to be happy.

Fuck, just want to write it down,
But it looks like shit.
Someone will chastise me for saying
"Fuck" of all the damn things.

Sheesh.

Don't want my name on this.
Don't look at me.
Whatever, run where?
Whatever.

Write a real poem.

-GS

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