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A Political Friend?

I don’t want to fight it
I don’t want to judge it
I don’t know why you cry
I don’t know why I laugh
But you saw fit for me
To be trash on the street

Am I being misunderstood
It’s what they always say
It’s how life made me feel
I can’t change it can you?
Will you ever pick me up
A can kicked by your feet

I never expected you now
We never really knew then
Now we’re near the end
Was there ever a beginning?
I’m rain soaking your bones
Our minds could never meet

I’m not sure why I care about it
Someone said people disagree
Is it the easy way to walk away
Accepting your anger as always
I broke the glass in my hand
A last supper we never did eat

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 22, 2018:

Thank you Mr. Murph!

jwmurph on July 19, 2018:

Powerful poem,,,great images expressing meaning