Wasted


Am I in poor taste?
The product of fallacy and haste?
When life strolls by in everlong grace
I follow in her footsteps and fall on my face

Another assignment laughs at my state,
Remarks I’m the child of a miserable fate:
Endless procrastination and always being late
And my rotten luck
Could give a pessimist run for the buck
Glass half empty or full, I think I broke it

Clockwork world ticks on by
I’ll sit and watch unfazed
I don’t think I can make me try
I’m a waste, waste, waste.

Blue fish
Changing everyday
Idolised by all the parents
For what not to be

Fickle minded, star struck-blinded
Nothing seems to make any sense
Every move’s at my expense
What’s new if I care?

Clockwork world ticks on by
I’ll sit still and unfazed
Nothing you say can make me try
I’m a bored, frustrated waste.

One step forward, two back
Is a life motto- give your toe a crack
Scribble poetry as you sit in the dark
Life’s an amusement park

I’m out of juice and bone dry
I’ll sit around in a daze
Doing nothing is sitting high
Just a bored, frustrated waste.

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