Drinkers
I've always hated the drinkers,
Loud careless ****ers,
Blind to you
The only connection between them and you,
is the car that will end them,
your life too,
What kind of person drinks for fun?
To get wild?
Or loosen up?
The kind with no life,
that are weak,
faint,
Brain dead drones,
Stuck in their mind
I watch as they drink,
laugh out loud,
fall to the ground,
get up and continue to drink,
I turn my back to them,
sitting soundly alone,
I take a sip,
Let it burn,
Breath the fumes,
And they all go away.
Copyright © Jesse Valen | Year Posted 2013
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