1/19/21

Worth The Cling

 

Pride is dead.

Thankfully.

Let it be exposed.

Misplaced trust.

Just an ideal.

That is no longer.

A trap of sorts.

Sort of a riddle.

There is no calling.

The city's not answering.

We are alone with each other.

Dignity is worth the cling.

But pride is dead.


It's Still Last Night

  This orange juice tastes funny. Where's all my money? Thought it'd be more sunny. Wonder what time it is. Clock says eight thirty ...