I don’t listen much to the world
It doesn’t have much to say
It only tells me I owe it money
One of these days I’ll crack it in the mouth
Carve its face up with a pen and give it a new one
And when people ask what happened
The world can tell them
“I asked Eddie for money one too many times”
And the world’s broken face will remind everyone
Never to ask a dime of me, again
Another Acceptance Poem
Another Acceptance Poem Nothing is ever perfect So take the good with the bad And remember That none of it lasts forever This too will pass And then will come something else And you will realize, once again As if it were the first time That nothing is ever...




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