Poem to the Patron Saint of Procrastination

Saint Cain’t
The saint you pray
to when you

cain’t do it today
cain’t do it yesterday
cain’t get out of bed
cain’t bum a cigarette off
nobody
cain’t take no more of
the bullshit
cain’t find your shoes
cain’t find your courage
cain’t remember the last
time you smiled

the saint you pray
to when you cain’t
say cain’t no more

when the word
cain’t keeps repeating
in your ears like some
broken record that skps
over every good thing you
ever did

he’s the saint
you can go to when
everything’s got you
by the balls

he’s the saint that
kept everything you lost
like that bad cologne, that
cheap suit, assorted tics
and idio-motherfucking
syncracies

he cain’t ignore
your words, your
pleas, even your
bullshit

he just
cain’t

(c) 2016 Tony Robles

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