Wallowing In Grief
Staring with swollen eyes from a park bench,
he lights up a joint as puffs turn into smoke,
and with breath smelling of Johnny Walker,
and a face so dirty, it attracts an onlooker
who shouts, " Pity yourself, nobody cares! "
He laughs at him if he were telling a crazy joke,
" With a fat belly like that you seem a teddy bear! "
the drunken guy fight back emitting a belch.
This October afternoon is quite chilly,
some folks stroll and drink coffee,
the Hot Dog stand resembles a chimney
as the hungry man drools smelling beef,
but all is wants is more whiskey
not to feel rejected and wallow in grief.
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