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I’ve heard it before From a father with his own empty Bottles littered beneath his feet Like lost family memories And I heard it again From of a friend of a friend Of a friend I no longer hear from Because of death – not agreeing with majorities I heard it last, Last time I talked to my ex I enjoyed hearing it most from her Our phone call was brief but it was sweet like a bedtime story “Sean, slow down” “Sean, quit drinking” I’ll meet you halfway down that bottle sweetheart I’ll drink less, Or I wont drink in public, Or I wont start drinking before three, But don’t take drinking by myself Don’t take that drinking away from me My best side Shines through when I have bottle Or when I have you But only one of these, I can have at the snap of my fingers Or the swipe of a credit card Not a snap, and never a single Was never your style This is the hardest thing to deal with When inebriated   Well, not the hardest thing And when it gets hard, I hound For what we ol' boys referred to “A good ol’ Liquor pound” Sober, will suffice But like the narcissistic Buddhist I am I fully embrace the laws of impermanence What is best in your eyes Is a proclamation to your superiority And if its genuine sincerity, Well I guess that’s fine and ******* dandy too Writing –  short stories, haikus Journal entries The creative juice flows A little thicker, faster When the juice is flowing You see what I am getting at? Whatever the **** this is That I just vomited onto these keys I thoroughly enjoyed it Its on again, off again rhyme scheme Is my scheme for us A narrative that’s quick An so incredibly pithy **** These aren’t my words They’re Whiskey’s
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
If you don't want to meet me at the bar, meet me bottle
I’ve heard it before From a father with his own empty Bottles littered beneath his feet Like lost family memories And I heard it again From of a friend of a friend Of a friend I no longer hear from Because of death – not agreeing with majorities I heard it last, Last time I talked to my ex I enjoyed hearing it most from her Our phone call was brief but it was sweet like a bedtime story “Sean, slow down” “Sean, quit drinking” I’ll meet you halfway down that bottle sweetheart I’ll drink less, Or I wont drink in public, Or I wont start drinking before three, But don’t take drinking by myself Don’t take that drinking away from me My best side Shines through when I have bottle Or when I have you But only one of these, I can have at the snap of my fingers Or the swipe of a credit card Not a snap, and never a single Was never your style This is the hardest thing to deal with When inebriated   Well, not the hardest thing And when it gets hard, I hound For what we ol' boys referred to “A good ol’ Liquor pound” Sober, will suffice But like the narcissistic Buddhist I am I fully embrace the laws of impermanence What is best in your eyes Is a proclamation to your superiority And if its genuine sincerity, Well I guess that’s fine and ******* dandy too Writing –  short stories, haikus Journal entries The creative juice flows A little thicker, faster When the juice is flowing You see what I am getting at? Whatever the **** this is That I just vomited onto these keys I thoroughly enjoyed it Its on again, off again rhyme scheme Is my scheme for us A narrative that’s quick An so incredibly pithy **** These aren’t my words They’re Whiskey’s
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Canadian
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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