On the corner the usual crowd
assembles
bloodshot red words
laid out so cold,
stumble along
search the wide world,
another mouthful
of booze
will never find the buried gold
On the corner the usual crowd
assembles
bloodshot red words
laid out so cold,
stumble along
search the wide world,
another mouthful
of booze
will never find the buried gold
no it wont
but it does numb the need
for just a bit
leaving
sadness once it wears off
whether we admit it
or not
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