Mad Libs

by J James - Pisces

i had a hard time finding 
a clean page 
while shuffling my cards 
recovering my clean slate 
the state of my collar is singed 
my wrist wrapped 
my tick-tock needs new bandages 
breasts hang above 
plush couches 
fuzzy latches, 
navy blue, 
a goatee 
and a brown belt 
drape a "dont wanna be here" 
not here 
not now 
everyone loves my lil andy warhol 
and my ten days of 
armchair solitude 
the headboard speckled with 
bad bathroom floor 
cinderella really wanted better breasts 
not glass shoes 
outside the same rain rains 
and tracks decorate the door 
like spilt milk 
no sense crying over it i guess 
less of me wishes for more dotted lines 
and more of me wishes for 
less obnoxious press-on nails 
fill in the blank 
where you dont feel as empty

Birth sign: Pisces
Date created: 2001-07-16 23:30:13
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:41
Poem ID: 63929

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