I got nothing

left to wander

I got nothing

the crack of the bat the pleas of the vendors

the roar of the crowd the snapping of suspenders

thumbs in my pockets so I can't hitch a ride

no longer the darling busted up inside

screaming for help but no one is there

heaven has left me so why should I care

no peanuts or popcorn to offer the crowd

the boos have started and getting quite loud

it wasn't her fault she had no real choice

how I do yearn to just hear her voice

the ushers escorted her to the proper table

from a distance she reminds me of Betty Grable

the circles of rambling getting much tighter

sleepless stirring pull another all-nighter

a string of pointless one-liners end to end

like Costanza I got nothing since I lost my friend

Gomer LePoet ....

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Wow do I know that feeling... Nicely portrayed Gomer. xo

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Oh MY goodness, this is so cute. I really enjoyed this Gomer.
Love the last stanza the best, awesome write.