Summertime Rhymes

SUMMERTIME RHYMES- # 49 “Tired Eyes”

“Tired Eyes” ©️C.P. Hickey 2019

“Tired Eyes”

Spitting lines,

Friday Orange line.

Don’t give a fetty farthing of a fuck,

that you past your prime.

Born of a history,

Not the fault of your misery.

I don’t owe you.

So step off my face.

You ain’t getting shit.

We both born of misery.

I just never learned to dwell there.

Your resume,

bullet points of pity.

You ain’t nothing but a collective rage,

Expecting a payday.

Diffident gods and fate,


Wheels in motion,

Tear- filled ocean.

No fucks left to give.

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