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Ranting Drunkard (Free verse) by Don-Quixote
Sweat pours
Over my forehead
Laying in bed
Thinking...
(crouching over, leaning
For that damn bottle)
Drinking, breath heavy
My sight is getting blurry
Again..
(rumbling stomach)
Shit, please, don't need
To puke once again..
I wonder when this
Lonely party began..
Between flashbacks
Of the beach
And all the memories
Death left me
I burp, the sour
Air.
Me and this bottle
Are some pair..
Thinking I don't care
Keep whining,
Life isnt fair..
I know, I know
Same ole cliche
A drunkard, his memories
Disgusting grunts
Inbetween flips
Of the middle finger
The walls are
My pals, sitting here
Thinking, I could use
Some pretty gals..
(Gulp, gulp, gulp..)
Heads whirlin again..
When did my
Lone soul
Party
Begin..
Forgot when...
(slump)
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