Starved
8/31/21
In life, I haven't got far
It's been a mess, instead of on par
Everyday I party like a Rockstar
Always watching out for a cop car
I've been smoking hard
My lungs might be the color of tar
I've been drinking hard
My liver must be scarred
For a long time going hard
With some but not enough regard
Did a whole lot of harm
Leaving mental and physical scars
Despite being stabbed in the back with barbs
Because they didn't want to see me living large
These are the memoirs
Of someone that's been starved
They had to take charge
Instead of just counting their lucky stars
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