Your worth is appraised
Though here;
just a pinky suffice
I've never been told
that I'm nice.
(Repeat this twice)
[while abusing vice]
my drink never lasts to melt the ice.
My insides sit stirring-
My eyes keep blurring-
and you laugh.
At life, at me,
at my stumbly-mumbly
because words do not come proper
they dwell in mind numbly.
But the kidding aside
I'll need a ride
and it hurts me inside
To know that I've gone to far;
I've always lied
about times that I've tried
whether by foot, or by car;
I've swallowed pride
where these bubbles hide
but it comes back up causing scars.
So we hate one another
but we settle like brothers
I smile behind these crook'd yellows
no real guilt to find
in my faulty mind
with sunken eyes blind-drunken
beseeching most mothers
and so-called fellows.
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