Monday, 21 May 2012

my tortured life

Well, I'm still here.
I have grown my coat for the cold winter like a Tsar's robe. 
It requires a certain delicate maintenance.
I am free to go.  Yet I remain.
The 15 hours a day I sleep have no effect.
I wake to the same tedium.

Forgotton on the floor.  I alone feel this rejection.

I am surrounded by morons...
...who torment me mercilessly.

Still, I've learned a few things.
While my caretakers ignore my attempts to participate...
My life is in the toilet.

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