Vegas
Tomorrow tastes like broken hearts
Pickling in a Las Vegas casino
One more card
For shame
But the dog is at home with fleas
And there's no work on Saturdays
No play either
Just roomfuls of laundry
And an eviction notice
Drunken crying counts as a disturbance
Bras don't hang on doorknobs
Or even women for that matter
It's a cold, lonely kitchen
And the forks are all rusted
Two in the morning
No windows
The man a chair over
Just took off his wedding band
And the barmaid stopped refills
Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2018
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