Don’t Say Anything

Don’t say anything,
that shit splatters,

what did you think would happen?

no reason
to get it on you.

why were you there anyway?

Don’t invite that
into your life.

why do you have to make it so hard on yourself?

I’m your friend.
I’m your friend.

why don’t you just listen?

I believe them, but
I’m your friend.

why can’t you ever just do what you’re told?

You probably
should not have

why would you bring this on yourself?

made so many
so angry.

why would you think this is all about you?

Don’t say anything.
Don’t say anything–

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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One Response to Don’t Say Anything

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Ache for your words, Jones.

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