Wasting away

Posted on May 25, 2012


Marty Feldman

Wasting away

I wrote a poem about my unrequited love

And they told me I was clever.

I tried to sell my picture to the journal

And they told me they would never

Pay me, oh no.

Here I sit

Wasting away.

Drinking champagne and happy in my furrow.

Oh no,

Wasting away and waiting for the day

When I slip away and end the monotony,

Wasting away

Waiting the day.