Thursday poetry a day late: Screw

January 5, 2018Matt Johnson

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will haunt me still
Ricocheting around my skull
Till thought is null
With only oughts to do
But no drive to pull them through
Living inside a skull
Inside a mind, inside a brain
Royally fucking screwed

Cristian Mihai January 5, 2018 / 8:47 pm

Wow. This was amazing.

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- Matt Johnson January 6, 2018 / 1:40 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
  It always amazes me how people comment that something I write is good, let alone amazing!
  
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  - Cristian Mihai January 6, 2018 / 2:33 pm
    
    Should get used to it, man!
    
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