Things That I Can’t Always Say

I wish I was a computer,

I could delete all the things I said,

I did.

Because after every thing I do a candle burns out,

or the world stops spinning.

I’m called misery.

Misery Man the VI.

I’m the bag in the bin

they are the head on the statue.

I wish I was a connective all shiny and bright.

But I’ll never be one.

I’m meant to be the cake that’s eaten all up.  


By Mitchell