New Poem

This Isn't Depression, It's Recession

I can’t
Just won’t
Tell you what it is
You want to hear
I’ve not seen
A display
Of self loathing
Like yours before
I’m fresh out
Of life
At the moment
I’m sorry
I can’t speak to you
A single word
Of distaste
Unless you’re worth that
You say that you
Are valueless
I shake my fist
At heaven, my dear
And pray to God
You’d never
Learned the word