Poetry

The Ballad of the Millennium

I enjoy every minute

Of every second

Of every day,

 

When people realize

We’re not

Okay.

 

And love,

It hurts.

So bad you know.

 

For those still

Screaming,

You’ve got to know.

 

And life,

It’s a painful

Thing

 

But don’t forget

To stand up

And sing.

 

Because one day

He’ll leave

You

 

All alone.

And you’ll sit.

And bitch and moan.

 

Like the world

Cares.

About you kid.

 

The fucked up fights.

The things

You did.

 

The life you

Gave up.

The crimes. So fucked.

 

And if you’re not,

The least bit

Depressed,

 

Then you aren’t

Watching what’s

Happening

 

In the world

We all call

Home.

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