You claim
He's not around
Anymore.
I'm onto him,
Sitting there behind you.
Cracks open a beer,
Smiling,
Chuckles as
He sets it beside you.
You drink.
"What?"
How can you
Not see?
You lost.
****
Old, alcoholic
Fool.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
You claim
He's not around
Anymore.
I'm onto him,
Sitting there behind you.
Cracks open a beer,
Smiling,
Chuckles as
He sets it beside you.
You drink.
"What?"
How can you
Not see?
You lost.
****
Old, alcoholic
Fool.