Shit rant poems

Brain Gunk

Served hot

Served large

Served daily

Hot and fresh

Remnants of what i would have once called a star

Given away cheaply on the sidewalk

Thrown up or away at first chance

The memories of a burning fire

Of  ideas and words

Now dead

Now mould

Now feverish

Now gone

Rubbish and ashes of the mind

Could have never been the best

But also believed that

That fact

Wasnt ever so