I'm dripping into sorrow
Like raindrops into a pothole
I can't outrun what I've borrowed
There's no profit in tomorrow
I claim there's no dependence/dependants until there's none left in the bottle
I get less than what I earn so that the slugs can keep their grottos
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
I'm dripping into sorrow
Like raindrops into a pothole
I can't outrun what I've borrowed
There's no profit in tomorrow
I claim there's no dependence/dependants until there's none left in the bottle
I get less than what I earn so that the slugs can keep their grottos
I remember writing this on a rainy day in the Sam's Club parking lot probably in 2012
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