Dirty Rag

Dirty Rag

A Poem by MachinaWriter

outside the dog is barking
a thunderstorm is sparking
but she can't escape from her chain...
that's where our beasts belong
don't let them in your home
he explains without explaining a thing;
while from in the kitchen
lacking inhibitions
i can hear her saying my name...
holding a rag to her mouth
so she doesn't shout
i think she may be losing her brain
that dirty rag she uses
coughing her abuses
could probably use a wash by now

& inside we're thinking
this'll never end
No, this never ends
funny, thought we were more than this;
now the time is passing quickly
these memories will miss me
when i escape away from this place...

so I'll set the f*****g table
mentally unstable
still, at least the meal's the same...
outside the dog is barking
inside arguments are sparking
another man sets the table the same;
while she keeps on coughing
please somebody stop me
I think I may be losing my brain...
that dirty rag she uses
coughing up abuses
couldn't clean this table anyways

so I'll flip this f*****g table
it's always so unstable
broken plates are always slipping away...
inside the kids are watching
and if no one ever stops me
i think i'll run away from this place;
but I don't know how to drive
and my things are all inside
and someday my memories will fade...
so I'll set this f*****g table
though my history's unstable
I wish I could have saved a plate.

& inside we're thinking
this'll never end
No, this never ends
funny, thought we were more than this;
now the time is passing quickly
these memories will miss me
when i escape away from this place...

© 2019 MachinaWriter


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MachinaWriter
MachinaWriter

Springfield, IL



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My original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..

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