Bad Day, Bad Week, Bad Month, Bad Year, Bad Life

I can't do sh*t, in my life
I'm at the bottom of the pit, no life
Maybe I should quit, my life
Or take a hit, to soften my life

All I am is trash, just shite
Rant and rave and thrash, lost fight
Losing all my cash, bad plight
My teeth can all but gnash, no bite

Punch me in the face, just hard
I'm a pure disgrace, retard
Gone without a trace, 10 yards
Can't fit in any place, I'm barred

Take me from this trap, please try
Always in a flap, I cry
Give my face a slap, ask why
Help me end this crap, just die

©2004 Hey Hey

ps Help !

Only a good poet would be able to relate to his audience, whether through personal experience or not. I feel this way sometimes....Especially now that I am without a job and depending on others....But there's always something that you will be good at, that you can cherish. From what I've seen, it's your poetry, if nothing else. You;'re a wonderful writer, Hey Hey! Keep at it!

~Much Love~
Megan