I find raindrops funny:
They race from the sky,
Provoked by the battle cries of thunder,
Flashes of lightning as their banner,
Only to be denied by weathered concrete
Their sorry corpses washed away,
Down the putrid sewer,
Until they turn back into vapor,
Until the cycle is complete
I find them funny because
They remind me of how I loved you
How you denied me
How I keep coming back
Lather, rinse, repeat
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Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoetryWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
