BLEEPING FUDGE

Lost in this world nobody reads.
No one cares and no one needs.
Words sling emotions that fall mute.
Yet without a reader I can not lose.
Speaking inside leaking about.
If one listens I think I’d shout.
Misplaced letters form in my head.
Yet without some ones interest they might as well be dead.
The hearts passion has a fire so hot.
And no one feels so o think not.
Simmering compassion settles the nerve.
But to the eye is nothing but a blur.
Released by the mind I swing thy fingers.
Too bad I’m the only one who lingers.
Just once I’d like to be heard.
I don’t think I’ll ever learn.
No one gives a bleeping fudge.
Of words on paper coming flush.
It’s me out of me spread so thin.
Just a piece of me out on a limb.
So where’s the love in of interest in me.
Guess it’s my own written down dream.