Man found dead,
alone,
with no working AC.
Destroy myself.
And people complain,
the basement too cold.
How could that minor failure
bruise me so badly?
They would not want to find me.
I’m a bore, a boar, not worth saving,
Yet I run the AC,
and drink cold water.
.
American Culture, Death, Depression, Failure, Idealism, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Satis on July 13, 2012 - 9:43 pm
Oh, this isn’t true. Keep it cold, and keep it safe. You are worth it.
#2 by Carl on July 15, 2012 - 5:46 pm
There are these doubts, but why shouldn’t we keep it cool, if we can? Thanks for your comment.
#3 by Victoria C. Slotto on July 14, 2012 - 1:39 pm
Powerful write, Carl. It’s good to see you again…been a while, I think.
#4 by Carl on July 15, 2012 - 5:47 pm
Thank you, Victoria. My day job has been a bit consuming, but this is what I need to do, or what I like to do…Thanks for visiting and commenting.
#5 by Hawkruh on July 14, 2012 - 9:57 pm
I would want to find you, drinking water and with a/c. You should have it if you need it and want it. 🙂
#6 by Carl on July 15, 2012 - 6:02 pm
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate your visits!
#7 by Kay Camden on July 15, 2012 - 4:25 pm
From satellite view, none of us are worth saving. But it’s the street view that matters.
Have an iced tea. Or a lemonade. 🙂
#8 by Carl on July 15, 2012 - 5:50 pm
How do I get to this street view thing? Thanks for commenting.
#9 by Edward Coleman on July 15, 2012 - 5:01 pm
Publish, please. 🙂
#10 by Carl on July 15, 2012 - 5:51 pm
You are very kind to comment. I appreciate it more than you know.