(poor me, poor me, poor me, poor me, poor me, poor me............enough al ___'__ ready
......redundant is redundant is redundant is redundant.......)

Running blue
streams of bandaged
fussing hues,
feels like I'm done
with the tune,
"woe is me, and poo is you"
something new, would you,
you?

Whining depositions
try to cry while feigning
whippings of their
supposed blood drippings,
(really, he's fine, he's just sitting
on a humid pile of him-disease),
still, think it'd be better he,
instead of
looking and pointing
elsewhere,
might be a tad more fruitful towards,
say,
the mirror??

Foolish me, I'd see clearer
doing this too, might would good to
clear the hue
that's gone a foggy, distant blue
instead of that dear sky-clear truth..........

So, I thank you, "Poor Me" you.

Thank you.
In your "bright" knit
blues, you've helped me, so help you too.
Help yourself out of your funk,
that's if you can part with fabric
that's somehow now elastic
enough for your stretched, old intrusions.
You bore me, "Poor Me"
conclusion.......
......................................
.....(yawn)........


Copyright 2007 Rose Loya