Wasted

every single day, I’m wasting

I’m wasting

every single day

every single thought

is so hasted

like I’m waiting

on something better

that something may never come

yet I dream that it will

someday

and I won’t waste it

I won’t waste every single day

Baby in a basket at your doorstep on a rainy day

Hello old friend,
We meet yet again.

The knife in my back
The insurmountable attack.
The fuel to my fire
The disappearance of the object of my desire.
The ying to my pang
The poisonous fang.
Not even a friend to his zone
It's another year, alone.

While everyone is getting hitched
I'm looking at you, Rejection, you crazy bitch.

Older, none the wiser

Archaic to the point of obsolescence
yet the crown on our heads we can't shake off
this rot will spread if not curtailed
but in this country, if you're older you're respected by default
whatever your viewpoint may be
archaic
     to the point of
            obsolescence
your ears aren't weak because of age
they're weak because they were never exercised
I'm angry with you, grandfather
because if you're supposed to be the well-educated one
what hope can I keep from the rest?
I think the cleanup is required
starting from my own home.