THE THING - By: Betsy - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/betsy/The

There it stands
All alone
To cry no tears
As dry as a bone
It's cried too much
Over adolecent things
But that's o.k.
There are no strings
Just live and die
That's all it has
That's why it's here
It's such an ass
God put it here to be alone
To go astray
To find a way
Back to the real world
Where it belongs
This place is nowhere
It sings a sad song
It hasn't a life
It wants set free
But that's o.k.
Cause it's just me

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