Loose
Sitting on your front porch steps,
Watching leaves fall down every second.
Thinking about your little bet,
About how you said you'd win.
Every time you said you'd win,
You would beg your mom for help.
She'd give you a snack from the bin,
You'd say you'd win again.
Falling on your knee's, loosing.
Crying at that very thought.
Wishing you would quit boozing,
The night has just begun.
Copyright © Shannon Brose | Year Posted 2011
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