Broken hearts
Broken dreams
Today was full of broken things;
Broken sticks
Broken stones
City street full of broken payphones
Broken condom
Broken tooth
Broken neck
In a noose
Stranger on street says -
"Broken things have no use!"
The latch doesn’t catch
The zipper, it sticks
The clock’s hands are frozen
No more tocks or ticks
The faucet drip
Poor granny's hip.
Only saving grace for today's broken ways
Is that at least
I like broken things.
And broken things -
Like me.
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