Death by alarm-clock. Chirping birds in spiderwebs, And a cat sucking my cock. It's time to get out of bed. Electronic, offensive behavior. A shaving monkey goes bald. Realize there is no savior, As I beat my head to the wall. It's breakfast time, around noon. Still getting up in the sun. Hopeless, lonely, is it ending soon? Then I smile when I'm done. Put on my robot-clothes, And go to the local store. Thinking about what no-one knows. And my life is a bore. See all the fancy cars. Wonder where they go. Well, they're parked outside bars. Without me, you know. So I go home, down an endless road. Remember the girls, and friends, I'll remember the hate they showed. As I go on one more to the end. I see I'm abandoned, bye the way. I see a stranger gives a damn. And now you're offended, you say. Well, that's just the way I am. Now it's time to live again. As I live in no shock. A place where I have a friend, Until my death by alarm-clock.
Reason for writing:
For the longest time, I thought that there were just two people I could trust, my best friend, and my best female friend. Well, I was wrong... there is absolutly no-one I can trust, after being stabbed in the back by all my so-called friends, each in his or her own way. I wrote this poem after realizing that my best friend is only my true best friend in my dreams... and my best female friend is only interested in me in dreams. So my dreams are the lives I wish to lead, until I wake up and realize that I'm dead.
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