Worth

Weak attention
Minor mention
Apprehension
Old invention

Wander lonely
One and only
Weep discretely
Ignored completely

Day to day
In disarray
Achey dismay
A fine filet

Covered in crumbs
Breaded, numb
A droning hum
That lacks aplomb

Don’t look at me
With sympathy.
Keep your concern
And righteous sigh.

I do get by
With a hungry eye,
A winding way
And healthy why

On my lips.
Yet still backflips
Through mocking city.
Dodging a lifeless, loveless
pity


12/7/21​