It’s so easy
to feel isolated
in this World.
When I get
in that place
of loneliness
I listen to a record
from my father’s old collection
from college.
And I here them
I can feel them
gathered around
With their beers
talking of hot girls
with big, bouncy curls
And for a moment
just a small moment
I don’t feel so lonely.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
It’s so easy
to feel isolated
in this World.
When I get
in that place
of loneliness
I listen to a record
from my father’s old collection
from college.
And I here them
I can feel them
gathered around
With their beers
talking of hot girls
with big, bouncy curls
And for a moment
just a small moment
I don’t feel so lonely.
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