Milton

The shirtless jogger

Poems....are what keeps me going.... Poems are what stops me....My name is Milton...I am young My name is Milton...I am Naive My name is Milton...Doesn't matter... What I say..How I say it...My name is Milton...I thank you for letting me share my burden with you...But I must Warn you...My name i…






I stopped taking shirtless picks
it got me nowhere with the chicks

In the bathroom I locked the door
in the mirror I flexed some more

I jogged everyday shirtless
just to come home feeling worthless

I woke up early for the run
to snap a picture of what I've done

Hours wasted in the mirror
attention elsewhere, personality bare

chiseled six pack gone in a day
eternal loneliness is here to stay

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