Praying for a Man Hole

Okay please don't be offended by this, I was just venting. I express myself through poetry so sometimes its not as eloquent or nice as it could be. :) I roll my eyes at the ceiling When I read the caller id Sigh at the impending boredom When I hear "Hi, it's me.." Sometimes I wanna scream Why do you continue to call?? When you know you have Nothing to say at all... Stop calling me please I don't want the new diease Of lack of personality I feel like I'm at risk and irked When you continously call me nightly I won't fill your life with my stories For you to retell starting each with "we" Sometimes I can't believe how many people Lack any minute sign of a personality I listen to you ooo and ahh As I hope to fall in a man hole pit Wishing you'd stop being so intrigued By my usual run of the mill bull-shit You make me feel like such a bitch For not wanting what you have to give But I would die in a week from boredom With the way you talk and live.Do you think it's wrong to use poetry to rant sometimes? Poetry is the only way I can get it out most of the time. :) Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 03:27 AM PST   10 • 0 • 14