ALL I GET

ALL I GET

All I get is lonely, all I get is blue streaks,
All I get are melancholy days and wasted weeks.

All I get is shaking, all I get is stiff.
All I get is meaningless, all I get is what if’s.

All I get is crocodile tears, all I get is posturing.
All I get for all my years is snot from lying nostrils.

All I get is limping, all I get is worn,
All I do is merely pimping, all I get is more forlorn.

All I get is silence, indifference from the gods,
They think I am a hindrance, they think that I am odd.

All I get is wilted flowers in a desolate bouquet.
They weep their tendrils on my bosom, then die and fade away.

All I get is anger, all I get is bottled rage,
A lonely actor doomed to fret his life out on the stage.

All I get is battered suns and dingy desperate moons,
A life that’s dipped in arsenic and slips away too soon.

All I get is postcards from someone else’s stay,
A stink bug for a house pet, a lost and lonely stray.

All I get is why I can’t and never why I can,
All I get is separateness, estrangement from my fellow man.

All I get’s a lot of nothing, foul excuses, how they reek.
All I get are empty words, nonsense songs and doublespeak.

All I get is lonely, all I get is blue streaks,
All I get are melancholy days and wasted weeks.

-Bruce Potts
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