| Drunk Author: |
famousde |
| Description: |
Crisis, Drunkenness, Brokenness.
Fucking broke too.
Gambled all the brew. |
| Where Written: |
Indian Casino Bar |
| When: |
5/21/2011 1:40:28 AM |
| Why: |
Old and Loosing |
| de comment: |
WTF, it’s my own damn poem. I can’t critique my own poem? Unless, all you need to hear, is hell Yes bad drunk bar poetry. Hell yes. |
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| I’m getting old, in, Period of last chances |
5/21/2011
Supposed Day the world will end. By whose account?
Dear Journal to FF,
I don’t know why I trust FF
as much as anywhere
to post whatever.
Even more than my own web home,
my forum,
Website. Fucked up.
Sitting
in the center of Mid-Life-Crisis.
What career will I have on Monday?
Should I do a 180?
What should I be
feeling when the choice is right?
Passion vs. Reason
I’m getting old, in,
Period of last chances
To change trains.
Choo Choo I love You.
Nobody artist, or
Nobodies’ mediocrity?
I stand, drunk
with Gia. or, heather.
Whoever, is female
If she’ll have me I’ll harbor.
hope for us, and
Hope.
For a correct occupation.
Come Monday. On Monday.
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| Author, famousde |
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