suddenly I see

you think you’re so fantastic
that you can’t see more
there’s no beauty in poetry
or just simply love

every writing you’ve ever written
is just the same old slap stick to me
like, who will you blame this time
for the mistakes you’ve made

why would you share all the shit you get
with the ones you call your friends
is it so hard to share happiness or joy
but, as you put it, you ain’t got shit
because you think you are the shit
now ain’t that fantastic

© Maularia Fist