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Alone in the Basement

alone in the basement
I laugh at myself
cuts and bruises and hangnails

I play a fun game, it's called:
swallow the pill and drink the beer
drink until there's none left in the fridge
or I'm too drunk to get to the fridge

I have to stay drunk, indeed
otherwise when I'm sitting here
alone in the basement
with too much time to myself
I might remember I'm a person

Does your mom know about this?

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