Sun Up
The Sun is coming up
And im on my last drink
And ive smoked my last ***
Sitting in a smoke filled room
Of today's beer and sleeping fear
For i shall awake
A shell of a man
With a hell of hangover
And smoky breath
Ever closer to a pointless death
But Hey
At least tomorrow is Sunday
Small mercies
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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