Duke of Misery (Duke Fangler) (Poetry??)

Sometimes I feel like an old dog, they always look so miserable for no reason apart from old age. They are treated well fed well, but they always look tortured. 

Internal strife for no external reason.

maybe it holds purpose so I can share these words with you, maybe strike a nerve or a heart.

It's one in the same with how I like the writing of Hemmingway and Pete Wentz, it's just dripping with misery and it strikes something within me, who knows what , but I feel that may be just who I am, miserable for no reason apart from sharing it from the world.

I try not to but I really care, I always have, I try not to compete and say I hate it, but that's only because I care too much and get too competitive to a fault and get hard pressed when I fail which is often. Maybe that's why I'm always miserable. But am I? Is my joy just a mask of my misery? Every time I'm having a good time I try to bring it down in someway because I fear, "What if this is the best it will ever get" so I make myself miserable in a way of senseless self preservation, senseless like everything else I do, my writing doesn't make sense, my speech is senseless, my misery make even less. My life doesn't make sense. But I guess no ones truly does, even when you find your purpose your always searching for something more. You can never truly be happy.

By you I mean me as always. 

1/11/25 12:30pm

Note: Once again I'm actually delving into shit true to me so it can explain it's self.

What inspired this was an old dog my mom is dog sitting who has RBF. (His name is Duke Fangler)

Most of the time I come up with a line and than write something only loosely inspired by it so that's why its odd

Ps. I was saying Hemmingway and Pete Wentz were miserable for no reason, I know they have their issues.