Maraschino Cherries-Georgia Park/Private Bad Thoughts

I cross state lines
to lay on your piano
and complain about
all the boys
ive scared off lately
(“Oh, do you really care?”
“…nah, not really.”
“Good. Now you have
more time for reading.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly
what I was thinking.:)
and eat maraschino cherries
like its sufficient
I tell you,
I’m involved in hip hop
and you warn me
not to get shot
and that’s it.
*
I turn around
and drive home again.
*
you said I was a poet
and I could do this.
yeah. ok.
Ill try again.
*
I had a meeting
with my publisher
right after
I did backup
on a rap hit
I signed up for a show
on 4/20, dig?
and I didn’t even
get shot or anything.
see? I can listen.
*
yeah. you say.
you can do anything.
but you really shouldn’t
need me to tell you this.
-try…

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