These Days

Edward DonnellyMarch 23, 2019

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These Days

written by: Edward Donnelly

@odetoapoet

A lot of people seem sick
these days,
popping pills
Throwing shade like death.
Man, they can even shame a rose.
Pissing in your own cereal,
won't make it taste any better.

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Edward M. Donnelly is a high school English teacher in Stamford, Connecticut. He earned a bachelor and master's degree from Fordham University. Edward writes to make sense of the ever presence of madness in the world. He believes laughter is the elixir of a well lived life.

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