Member Poem

I could, I guess, convince myself I do,
Convince myself my life's a howling void
Without the sordid pageantry we knew.

I could lament the way I'm unannoyed,
The way the day just stretches endlessly
Without the farce that rankled and destroyed.

I could expound upon the stagnancy,
Upon the frozen state I call my own
Without your sulfur-belching sophistry.

I could, perhaps, but truth has ever flown
Within the words I spout, within my deeds,
Within my thoughts, both staid and overblown.

I could declare, "I meet my current needs"—
Except I've chomped my tongue so hard it bleeds...