A Hopeless Guy (Poetry about the Intrusive Voice in your Head)

A Hopeless Guy

March 18th, 2004

"Hopeless. It's hopeless, I tell ya, hopeless!" ((Spoken))

Chorus:

He'll always be out of town

he'll never really be around

He'll always think that he's the best,

when in all truth - he's just like the rest!

"It's Hopeless!" ((Shouted))

He drinks like a fish

and smokes like a fire.

All I wish

is that he wasn't such a damn LIAR!

Chorus x1

He steals

and he hits.

He doesn't feel

and he ain't nothing' but a load of shit!

"It's Hopeless!" ((Shouted))

**You know that voice in your head that is so negative and intrusive? That's what this is really about. There was never a person, just an angry Jiminy Cricket...**

Comments

YOU (POETRY)

You April 2nd, 2004 Waling through a field of gold. Thinking about you. Should've done what my instincts told, now I don't know what to do. To me, silver & gold he gave - but I wanted more. I didn't want anything save that you'd walk back through the door.

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