Room – a poem

A darkened room,
scarcely lit by the moon.
This is my biotope,
it’s here where I shall croak,
the air is blue with smoke.
Empty candy wrappers lay spread everywhere.
Signs of despair.
Heavy metal mixed with sad songs on my headphones,
Too sad for who alone ‘s.
Fixed on the text I write done,
I am seeking a fuck and a shit to introduce in the poem,
I can’t find an appropriate fucking shitplace.
Love, I spit on it.
Friendship, I deny it.
You only have your VPN and piratebay,
those things suffice for now.

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