I just met you,
but I know you...
Not really,
but I'll show you
the reality
that'll blow you
away and shock you,
send your had reeling,
give you advice
It's like I fell through the ceiling
with a bottle of jack
sayin "I know you're deailing
with shit in life,
so chillax and kick back,
sip some good shit,
shift red to black,
and lose all the bad,
don't eva look back.
Author notes
Austere.
A contest entry
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Comments
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...Hm. Er? Shitty? My response, is shitty. As in, never know what to say.
And "deailing" --> dealing? Drunk much?
Sounds like it.
I need a drink.

