A short piece about a recent experience
 

A short piece about a recent experience

I hit my knee
on the motherfucking desk.
Roared out in pain
as the soft area
just above my kneecap
slammed into the corner
of the particleboard.

Who the hell
did they design this thing for?
This goddamn keyboard tray
is too fucking low.

Sir, I'd say this is within the 1% percentile of quality on these boards.

I'm planning on applying for a grant next year. You know, to hone my skills.

needs to be more angsty

I'll see if I can work in a line or two about cutting myself because no one understands me.

I hit my knee that was riddled with the cancer of you
on the motherfucking desk made from the wood of your uncaring heart
Roared out in pain made by your rejection
as the soft area that you made soft
just above my kneecap which was riddled with more of your cancer
slammed into the corner
of the particleboard like you slammed me into the corner of your mind

Who the hell
did they design this thing for? Was it you to torment me even more
This goddamn keyboard tray
is too fucking low for me to express the full extent of my suicidal thoughts.


Something like that

Thank you for your inspiring words! I agree the poem definitely needs more cancer. I'm thinking maybe I should end it like this too:

This low goddamn keyboard tray
isn't fucking low enough
for me to express the depths of my agony.

How about depths of despair

How about "malignant depths of my cancerous despair".

the lower reaches of my malignant tumourous depths of my cancerous despair