Poems by Progman

LOOK, IT'S THAT ONE GUY...

What are you doing here?
You should be somwhere else.
Maybe making
burgers
or a
career.
It all seems like it's just not right
to spend you your life encaged.
You could try to fight,
but all your rage is worthless.
You think you're making
a world of difference,
but all the stupid fucks 
don't even give a damn.
Maybe if you were a shark;
Rather than a fish in a school of millions.
Then their might be a chance,
that people would say:
"hey, isn't that that one guy..."

WHAT'S TO SHOW FOR IT?

I could sleep for 40 minutes,
that would probably be better,
but maybe i would dream
that i was standing in a sort of sprinkle.
Feeling the water tap down on my head.
Then i'd go home
and not have a drop of water
to show for it.
What if that dream interchanged with reality,
and i'd be standing in the rain,
thinking that i might need 
40 minutes of sleep.

-Progman