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Something or Other

I've been sober seven years from dirty powder, strong and white
and I'm clean from psychotropics (not them all)
There's a couple that I'd never touch, I guess I'm too uptight
but I'll never leave beloved alcohol

Although not a healthy habit and it's shaving off the years
its effective toxins make me feel alright
Be it whiskey, scotch or rum or just a case of shitty beers
If I drink enough, I'll get some sleep tonight

There's no demon on my shoulder, no excuses for my ways
just a love for living fast, I must declare
Wrecked the truck and lost my job while unemployment barely pays
bills are late and rent is due, but I don't care

Feeling empty and detached from social life and everyone
passing time is now what matters most these days
All is well with sloppy buzzes, hefty pot and loads of fun
fucking life through an inebriated haze

Happiness is overshadowed by the hatred that I've got
and decision making skills are greatly poor
Just a glance of this reflection ties my stomach in a knot
So I drink 'til can't see it anymore
Now it's not the most effective way to deaden all your nerves
but its readily available to stash
There are substances to better cope with life's untimely curves
and the only thing that stays my hand is cash

Ramble on, and on, and on about how this or that is fucked

and how life and modern times can suck my dick

Spewing tangent after tangent on a quest to deconstruct 

when I listen to myself, it makes me sick 

Nothing seems to fill the void for any lengthy sum of time

though a pill, a bowl and bottle will suffice

'Cause it's not about the pain or living well beyond the prime

it's about my uncontrollable device 

 

10-25-09

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  • Skipee
    November 5
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    Good shit tic tic


  • Iyaden
    October 28

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    Gloomy and full of hurt. The poem's narrative form makes it really looks like it comes from the leftovers of someone's heart. Good to see you back too bro


  • BehindTheShadow
    October 25
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    hmmm...same old fee...nice to see u posting!