The Rhapsody of the Drunkard
The Rhapsody of the Drunkard
It is hard to say in a dazed look
When the heart is lost and confused,
When it becomes dizzy looking for love
And the toilet at the same time,
In a dingy, dirty, damned place called, “life”
And holding his stomach,
The vomit spews out of mouth
Like a bursting water fountain,
Hold your breath and you might just find peace,
When the head pounds away,
And the mind starts to relax.
Light a cigarette,
Smoke,
Breathe,
Die.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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