I drown symbol minded people with whiskey

By Wolk

Another cigarette i smoke,
another waste of my time i hear,
What a bloke,
He is not even real,
He finishes his last meal.

I stand up and walk away,
There is one of them again,
He opens his mouth and sputes acid rain,
He has nothing to say, he is a lifeless drain.

Again the bottle opens,
horizons shiver.
The stimulants cool me down,
Slowly fixing my tired frown.
I need a cleaver,
To cut out my fever.
.
.
This room is a psychic vampire.

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© 2009 Wolk
Published on Thursday, August 20, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Moonflower On Friday, August 21, 2009, Moonflower (301)By person wrote:

    nice.

  • A former member wrote: Tits. You still got it I see.

  • Spiritus_Frumenti On Thursday, August 20, 2009, Spiritus_Frumenti (341)By person wrote:

    this makes me have a drink...-l-

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