Poetry-34

Jason

Your body is old. Just die already. Your sitting there, oxygen tank and cane.. Why? Are you waiting to die? Scared? Or.. Regardless of its detriments, do you still find your life sweet? Decadent? Full of flavour? I wish I could ask.. Is reading that paper a habit, worthy of your end days? Your arthritic hands fumble with your keys.. I can taste your craving for independence, as you fumble with the zipper on your jacket. Adidas shoes, with matching sweat pants.. The dependence has already taken root, do not tell me you bought that outfit yourself.. You even take your tray of garbage to the garbage can, cane and tank in hand.. #respect, A+ effort, thanks for comin’ out bud.

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