Morning sickness and Tired Jazz
By Dejected_Worth
I fell in love with you
..The same day she called
to say she was pregnant..
-It'll be a boy-
And It'll love her more than me
Whether or not he looks like me
Some one tell me what I'm thinking
Why I'm shaking
Why no one in this run down town
Has a God Damn clue We're changing
I'm a white-washed NO name
a resin tinted Cocaine stain
These whiskey Dreams are a part of me
And I hope Like hell
That he can see
In the midst of life, and travesty
He doesn't have to grow up like me
Whether or not he looks like me
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© 2009 SGT James Craven
Published on Tuesday, January 27, 2009.
Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
I always thought of this as your saddest poem. But i was there so, eh. You are ever the poetic sadist james