God Help Those Who Help Themselves
“God help those who help themselves”
He said;
If I didn’t ate
And started loosing weight
Would you get me straight?
Or would you just wait
For me to collapse?
If I got a rope
Would you give me hope
Or just watch me elope
Unable to cope
With it anymore?
If I got a blade
Would you give me aid
When I to you prayed
Or would you evade
Me at all costs?
And when there was no answer
He downed the pill
Said; “Fuck you God,
and your free will!”
Copyright © 2007
He said;
If I didn’t ate
And started loosing weight
Would you get me straight?
Or would you just wait
For me to collapse?
If I got a rope
Would you give me hope
Or just watch me elope
Unable to cope
With it anymore?
If I got a blade
Would you give me aid
When I to you prayed
Or would you evade
Me at all costs?
And when there was no answer
He downed the pill
Said; “Fuck you God,
and your free will!”
Copyright © 2007
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I was in a weird mood. I usually don’t use rhymes, at least not this much, and this poem is far from my usual style. It’s an experiment I guess. So, is it any good?Edit: I have other poems* that are written in a similar kind of style. So I have decided to link them together and make them a collection or a series. They are supposed to be snapshots of the lives of two best friends. And to make it easier for everyone to tell the two of them apart I’m going to call the two friends Dante and Virgil. This particular poem is a Dante snapshot.
*ATTENTION! Just take it already.
*And I know it’s blunt but whatever
* I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
* Feel free to keep ignoring me
* In Fear I Tread So Softly Through Each Day
*High School