Friday, September 15, 2006

A Poem: The Pity Pot


The Pity Pot
I'm sitting on the pot.
The Pity Pot.
It's really not so hot.
Crying on the pity pot.
Spilt milk is stained all over the floor
'careful before you fall thru the rotted floorboards
'cause you're going out the door.
wishing I was over
the waves of sighing that's been done
As I sit,
here one the pity pot.

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