Barstool Bandit

He’s a bandit on barstool a writer in possession, The recreation of life lived hating his self image A rocks on cause he just got his rocks off, That’s all he ever chases, A deserter of instincts, A man without his values His hurt inside is something that will grow, It’s his world unless he’s talking feelings, It’s a full bottle one that can’t be opened, His pain inside ferments until its poison, It’s what he knows as coping, It’s a closed door one that he can’t open, It’s a mask worn to hide inside his humor, His work life really isn’t working, His bills paid to a life that ain’t worth living It’s his job to keep it all together, No matter what the reason, His value……..seems only paper deep Cause a rock should never roll If that chip he has is wrong It can turn a boulder on his shoulder to a weight that he cant hold, Talk about your problems is a truth he’s never lived, Getting rid of things he’s wanted since a kid, The feelings he’s been fighting got him thinking bout and end, Substances flowing heavy it is more than just a trend, Addictions takes his peace he is searching for answer, 38 and lonely with a family left behind, Suicidal thoughts played out outside his head, Depression isn’t real it’s a story men are told Middle aged and staying young, Until we drop the trend,