A Sad But Fucked Truth

A week and a day
I fear I just can't say
Or write
Because this is about my writing
To make you up and sit
And take damn notice
Not even to take a look
And scoff to yourself
Well fuck that fool
He's so not cool
Why's he have this stage

 Nope I'm shouting loud
And unrightly proud
Because I can't even get me a read
Never mind a comment
Which is almost enough
To make me say to myself
What the fuck's the point
If I can't even
Cause a blip
When I write
And I draw
It's like ahhh
I much truly suck

 Only I don't
I'm just not to your taste
And it's not a waste
Of my good time
To strike in rhyme
Or blogged prose
It's just a punch in the nose
And I can take that

 No it doesn't make me feel
Like any good
It's understood
That my inability
To move the needle
Is hard to take
But you'll not break
My goodly spirit
It's still strong
I'll still sing my song
Even as I mix
My metaphors

 So what can I do
Well this I know
Only I don't want to be
Like political
Because I'm certain sure
To piss off half
Of who might read these words
Though how would I know alas
Since you don't even get off your ass
To read me once
Let alone say
You just suck
I could say why
But I just wanna cry
And pull my hair out

 So all I have left
Is not to care
And just share
Though maybe a story
That's full on gory
Will move the needle yes
Though I confess
I can't be sure
And gory with blood
Just ain't my jam

 A week and a day
And longer yes
I'm sad to say
I'll just have to take solace
In being the worst
At making you care
Because this is an itch
I have to scratch
Even if I can't catch
A single look

Unless I do me that
But once I go political
How can I return
And rightly earn
Any kind of liking
From the people
On both good sides

 Though the truth it is
If you think
Yes long and hard
You'd be right
In how I lean
I just do;'t want to be mean
And speak yes ill
In all the ways I could
Though it'd be good
I'm in Canada eh
And it's not for me to say

 A week and a day
That's not near enough
I gotta hang myself tough
And make it a month
Or even a year
For it's pretty clear
This ain't gonna change
No not at all
I have to stand tall
And just do my thing
Because I can
Yes because I can indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
07-16-2019

Time
10:00-10:56=56 Minutes

Word Count
470

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