Late October

Carefully
the leaves of autumn
sprinkle down the tinny
sound of little dyings
and skies stated
of ruddy sunsets
of roseate dawns
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turn
to black
for comfort.

Only leaves
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order simply
to begin
again.

<3 M. Angelou

Sayonara, Sucker

You worked so hard to win me
and said I was your girl,
there was a time I loved you
but now you make me want to hurl.

You think with what fills up your pants
And live your life in excess,
I should have read between the lines
and your affection for both sexes.

Sayonara, sucker!
Adios, you big asshole!
Good-bye, good for nothing,
you should learn some self control.

We were your sad experiment
And boy, was I a fool,
to think that you were something more
than just a worthless tool.

I know your nook feels naked now
though your bed is filled with trash,
and what you claim you're looking for
will leave you with a rash.

Sayonara, sucker!
Adios, you big asshole!
Good-bye, good for nothing,
you should learn some self control.

Your lines were all rehearsed
and your game was just pretend,
the only thing I got from you
was heartbreak in the end.

The moral of this story:
you truly are retarded,
if only I had seen it sooner
we never would have started!