Envy.

I can tell just by look at you, That you don\'t deserve it, I do! Give it to me.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Success.

I am not jealous. I just want all of your stuff. Well, just the money and prestige. I could buy better stuff.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Birthday.

Im old. And nobody remembered to tease me.

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Xanax.

Why dont friends and Porches also, Come in pills?

April 18th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Cancer.

Heart attack. Aneurism. City Bus. Would those have been better?

April 17th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

Rain.

Rain, rain, go away. I hate you.

April 17th, 2008 | All Poems, Woe Poems | No comments

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