A New Pair of Despair

Ah
New air
I have always heard about it.
The day to work has finally come.
Phil Night told me basketball players
will buy me, since I am a basketball shoe.
As I am picked up I feel a
tingly scratchy feeling that makes me tickle...
My laces being twisted into a pretzel
But as I'm working
I feel a
a strain...
Right along my sole
and then I hear it.
A tear
a rip
a grasp of despair.
My owner
Myself
Both of us
disappointed.
As I am
Thrown away
to rot for
the rest of my life.

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2 years ago
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Good Job

2 years ago
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Very well-written.

2 years ago
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Nice poem Fam

2 years ago
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this is cool it reminds me of the one song we listened to, wings

2 years ago
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thanks