Poetry

Syncopated Apathy

I don’t feel anymore sympathy

You’ve drained the last of it out of me

You’re a never too distant memory

A scar on my upper thigh

I’ve been hanging around Wonderland

They’ve made me their queen

I slayed the beast

And now the crazies run free, yeah

Freaks like me

I’m twelve feet tall now

I’ve grown so much

You’re just an ugly speck

Yeah, I don’t feel any sympathy

For people like you

Or people like me

I toast to things like laundered sheets

Stacks of papers, and old smelly books

I never needed your opinion

You’re a liar, You’re a crook

No, I don’t feel any sympathy

For your syncopated mind games

Leave me be

Leave me be

I slayed the beast

Can’t ask anymore of me

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