Slob

I could say you been an inspiration.
Shown me what the world has to offer
for the unwary and the gullible.

You have shown me that despair
has no limits, one can always sink.
You have shown me what rises to the top
isn't usually cream.

You have been a template, a rubric
someone to measure others against
when assigning pity.
Though pity on you is wasted.

I wonder how you can stand this,
how has your dignity so rotted away
that it can look out of your eyes
and not kill you where you sprawl.

My dignity at last woke up,
stuck it's head above this rising tide
and screamed loud enough for me to hear.
It' past time I woke up.

It's not a matter of hate or loathing.
I could say it's matter of hygiene.
I could only wade through in the mud,
when I thought I was going somewhere.

You're only going in circles
spiraling down, a broken plane.
not even smoking anymore.
You don't hold a spark now.

I am leaving you...