It's just good ol' life experience-
But when that life experience
is just the same old pain
in newer packaging-
it's time for that bleeding pen
to start a new stanza.

Even though you can't.

Maybe you're just-
addicted to the pain-
too afraid to feel
what you dain to write.
Roses are red-
but your feet are turning blue
because your landlord couldn't afford the heat bill.

Hoping for the once a month cycle
but that istn't even reliable anymore-
just good enough
to scare you shitless-
oh no-baby on the way
knife to the pelvis-
just kidding.

There's that bleeding pen again.
Boohoo poor me-
one in a million-
but maybe this one has a mind.

A good mind?
Not likely-
Even brilliance is muddied by emotions-
punch in that time clock
and waste another chance to change the world
instead of bettering your own outcome-
Maybe you'll save that for your day off
or maybe you'll sit infront of a screen
and replace that pen with a keyboard.
Lieing to yourself-
telling yourself that old friends care-
because your new ones sure as hell don't.

There goes that bleeding pen again-
Oops-
just kidding.