A poem for today


anonymous

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My name is Nicole JeanPierre-Platt
Everything I said today simply fell flat
I spit the company line
And hope you’ll think all’s just fine
But the truth is, it’s time to trim the fat.
 
































Most of my calls are lies,
Deep in my heart I feel lost,
Doctors don't care about my words,
They stare at my chest and squeeze lime,
My days are dark and filled with rum,
Lonely in car I sit with crumb.
Feel? I do not anymore-crust in y salt shaker,
mother spared me the ruler- no calls for me anymore