i got the panic in me©
I don't amount to a hill of beans
i'm just in the way on earth,
nothing to gain w/me here by no means
i simply have no worth.
Just throw me in the nearest dump
let the vultures have a shot,
on my bones they'll get nice&plump
at least there i'll hit the spot.
I know My Precious Faron doesn't wanna hear this
i'm sorry Dear it's just how i feel,
so tired of existing in the land of hopelessness
so tired of being misery's meal.
In all honesty not in jest
would i be missed leaving this earth tomorrow,
how can a burden a pest
deserve any amount of sorrow?
I'm not an inspiration
not in the least,
i'm only a burden
whose sunshine spread has ceased.
So when my time comes soon hopefully
go rejoice in the street,
show the world you're glad to be rid of me
i'm sorry i'm no longer a pleasure to greet.
I'm glad that i met you anyway
while still here our times i'll savor,
but i'm nobody on any given day
so i can't return the favor!
Copyright© 2012
I've sunk lower than a well digger's butt,
you heard me no need to say WHAT??
Sally
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