Straws propelled into my soul.
Wedged deep inside each crevice.
One, often many, sucking my spirit dry.
Secretly sucking my soul before all eyes.
So many straws:
One for the family that can never be pleased.
One for the boss that could never be impressed.
One for the man that says I’ll never be shit!
One for the judicial system that didn’t protect me.
And one for the friends that came and went, and came again,
A straw for the ones that came and only went.
