there are no humans to touch, <br />when i am alone, <br />rooted to the indented chair, <br />where i have died a thousand times. <br />yet strangely the T.V <br />is always there to talk to me. <br />i Love the way the newsreader, <br />flirts with me, showing me her secret smile. <br />her eyes melt my heart. <br />i am never alone when the t.v is on. <br />you cant even say i have a drink problem, <br />because i drink with those in films. <br />laughing and smiling under heavy clouds, <br />of sexy smoke. <br />sometimes on sunday, <br />i go to church, singing hymns <br />such faith the box in my room brings. <br />then on monday i go to art shchool, <br />tuesday i help catch the fool, <br />who thought he could outwit the seasoned, <br />decective. <br />Wednesay i walk with dinsoars, <br />how loud are there roars, <br />thursday i sleep with another women, <br />forgetting about her when the screen, <br />go black. <br />Friday is fun i get to shoot a gun, <br />Saturday i perform open heart surgery, <br />on a sinking ship. <br /> <br />depsite what they say <br />i am never alone.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-life-of-a-lonely-man-for-w-s/
