Une autre poésie foutue (Yet another poem)
Random thoughts race through my mind
Yet grief is my sole emotion
I’m well aware you’re no longer mine,
Yet I have an unhealthy devotion
Donning my wrist with little lines
Escaping my snags with narcotic sedation
Breaking the laws of nature and science
With pills that boost the imagination
Picturing you in a satin dress
You’re the star in my coital fantasy
Your body, perfect; I used to caress
And now I feel like losing my sanity
Knowing you made my life a mess
Or maybe I’m just being silly
I don’t know, can’t make a clever guess
Looks like I’ll be guessing perpetually
