When I walked down to the liquor store
and asked for cigarettes,
he told me, "$8.09."
I thought
I must've misheard him
there's no way,
"$8.09."
So I asked him,
"What?"
And he told me,
"$8.09"
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Showing posts with label liquor. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Winters Bring the Cold
Lately
everything is drunk
All these people
sitting
empty
empty people
getting drunk
All these shitty ugly people
feeling empty
getting drunk
get more empty
I guess I’ll join
feeling empty
getting
drunk
And we’ll keep drinking
until everything is
empty
until everything
is drunk.
everything is drunk
All these people
sitting
empty
empty people
getting drunk
All these shitty ugly people
feeling empty
getting drunk
get more empty
I guess I’ll join
feeling empty
getting
drunk
And we’ll keep drinking
until everything is
empty
until everything
is drunk.
Labels:
beer,
booze,
drinking,
drunks,
fuck,
fuck winter,
liquor,
poem,
seasonal affective disorder
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