Crying into the pancake batter,
begging God to send me a friend.
Just a little something
to hold me over.
A magic pill to raise the dead.
I fucked it up again.
I was too much of myself,
in a concentrated dose.
Cut it back,
Water it down.
Trick those boys
and stay out of sight.
Convince them,
that I don't bite.
Save it for the pancakes
or a thirsty starving tree.
My tears are no good here.
A sweet treat full of misery.
Written November 5th 2013
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