Beer Beer, give me a beer that’ll disappear my fears. Not just any beer. Give me one brewed with 9% alcohol or more. Make it dark and bitter if you will. Frost my glass and fill it with dark, dark brew that’ll go down my chute to satisfy that urge for a…
“Take this pill,” the medicine man said when the moon was overhead, “Strike me dead if it doesn’t make you young and full of pep again.” I believed his words because; diplomas hanging on his walls put me in awe of how accomplished he was, so I took the pills to be young again….
Just a little I thought, and then a little more and now I know it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go. blinded by claims of fame and in pain I believe what I have done is okay to even try to fill my needs my desire takes…
Because my hands can’t feel the image I see, I know it’s only a shadow of her that has killed the spark and carried the dark and dreary nights into my life. I’m alone again and don’t like darkness that envelops me when no one else is here. I see moon and stars shining above…
In my empty and quiet house, hot sun crosses my face. No reason to open my eyes or rise has entered my mind because though another day has arrived, I’m wondering why I’m alive. I still survive and feeling good has moved beyond my reach. I retain the desire to love, to live, and know…
Live the life you believe in and begin to sin, because if you don’t you’ll die full of regrets and without cigarettes despite the health threats. Though gaunt you’ll never go for a jaunt when muses haunt and you try to resist not to make the choice you know is right. Rejoice, or pay…
Sunlight crosses my face in my empty house where feeling good has moved beyond my reach and no reason to rise has entered my mind or to open my eyes because the day has arrived. I’m wondering why I’m alive When I’ll never regain the desire to love or to live like I…
Addicted Just a little I thought, and then a little more now I know it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go. blinded by claims of fame and in pain I believe what I have done is okay to even try to fill…
Born without food a diaper or a bed of straw, I wanted to know who did this to me, but couldn’t display pain to the makers. I swore someday I’d make them pay for what they did to me. Until then, I paid the price like everyone else. All through the years, I wracked…
“If you’re over forty, it’s not your fault that your testosterone is low and you’ve shifted into low and are ready to stall. You’re not alone you know, and can still change gears by smoking reefer and making young girls sniff cocaine. Drink some whiskey and have some fun, cause it’s all going to…
