Stairs chairs
awkward standing
when everyone stares
guys armed
with girls on their arms
wasted waists the size of my arm
pretty pissed and sad
knowing the first
three god damn seconds
i'd be going home alone
cups cracking like knuckles
kings cap crowned from
some drinking game I must've won
or some sort-- walking out
stumbling screaming AA quotes
to my AA friends who were,
"disappointed," to say the least
outcast and outlast and rat races with me
sobriety? entirely
a lie to me-- violently a crime to be
stuck with no sollution
only problems, escape artists
facing head on; cliche's like a life sentence
much worse than 2 to 5
locked for life
the curse of the sentence
of one day at a time
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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