Weird poem.

[perpetuity]

I was possessed. Or something.

Wasted Time

It’s not something you see,
It’s nothing I’ll show.
It’s something vague and under-appreciated,
This truth I’ve come to know.

Gotta wonder why it’s overlooked.
Gotta wonder why I can’t speak it’s name.
Gotta wonder why I never thought to suppress it.
Wonder why it’s all the same.

Can you feel the biting sarcasm?
Can you tell if I’m lying or not?
Can you hear the laughter ringing,
Though against it I fought?

I have something to tell you, though.
I have something you don’t want to hear.
I have to tell you, there’s not point to this rhyme.
So you’ve wasted your time, my dear.

Comments

[perpetual-poet.livejournal.com]

I'll try to actually have a point the next time I waste your time.