How much am I truly worth
How much will I fetch?
Who would ever pay for me
An awful stinking wretch
For my body's worn
My beard untrimmed
My hands and feet a wreck
So I hum a tune
As I slowly tie
The noose around my neck.
I know that I will not be missed
Nobody really cares
If I would simply disappear
If I were just not there.
Jake Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forlorn-visage/
