Help
Help get my feet back on the ground
a broken neck took me away
a good job for me never found
since twenty-one no jobs did stay
founded love more than any work
in the navy there was no love
I loved drinking without a cork
this life nothing to get rid of
it’s this writing that keeps me sane
and the wife fills in all the blanks
she sometimes says I’m one big pain
to Poetry Soup I give thanks
but writing won't pay all these bills
my wife's work and the VA pays
to me there seems to be less thrills
I'll be writing without delays
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