APARTMENT FLEAS

What happens to a poet
Who has nothing left to say
I sit and watch
As the world slowly decay's
 
 
Overpopulation
Global Warming
Robots replacing Man
Was this God’s Plan
 
 
I see movie and rock stars dying every day
I am sad but don’t know what to say
I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn
To sleep with the worms
 
 
I did the best I could by avoiding life
Too afraid to find a wife
Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin
I think I will pour another glass of gin
 
 
I try to write poems that make sense to me
But deep down I know
These words I write are only read by my
Apartment Fleas
 
 
I wanted to write something important
I wanted to move my fellow man
I wanted to answer the Big Questions

But now I finally realize I don’t know anything more
Then the day I was born
Just another male bore
Searching for the answer store
 
 
So I thank God every day
He keeps the Coroner at bay
Just another aging Poet
With not much to say