Can’t Last
by Sam M. Phillips

Who can sleep?
Make me weep,
What is this drivel?
Make me swivel,
Turn my head,
Wish me dead,
Fill me up with dread.

Lead balloon,
Too soon
I fail,
Trail off and die,
Wonder why
I’m so up and down,
Go into town
Just to wander,
Ponder the reasons
Our brains scatter.

Platter of gore,
Splatter some more
Raw pieces,
Vision never ceases,
New leases
On life end,
Send me mad,
Too bad
It can’t last,
Is that too much to ask?

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