Last Leg

By Leonard Pigg

Broken-hearted, forlorn 
Heart is filled up with scorn
The mind is all worn
You can't even watch porn
Even though that you've sworn that it's done
It's all-consuming
You're fuming
Enraged in a cage
Like the minimum wage
You're just not enough
And it's rough, oh so tough
To navigate the stuff
That we call life
Head of lead
Heart of strife
Try to pray
For tonight
And maybe tomorrow
There won't be so much sorrow
Just this once in my life
Will the pain go away?

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