The goal is to tell you something.
That is tears were gold my cheeks are spoiled rotten
and not from being sad but the pain from falling on my ass. Putting my foot
in my mouth, I have holes in my hard bottoms.
From pacing the floor
wondering when it’s boards will save my wailing cords from the chains
of your name.
Misery…I hate to call you. I wish I never met you.
Sometimes we cross the lane without looking both ways and it’s a two way street.
I guess I want to get ran over one car at a time.
Then sue the driver for noticing their..green light and moving their feet.
Who knew people would jump in the street.
– HRSH REYALITEE