Im an alcoholic.
But at least i can admit it
Emitic
And by that i mean i can sit up to myself in the mirror.
With a beer in hand and eyes crying beer the liver tears up and swells out the scars
Hepatic scerossitic serotyping for the virus of failure.
Im a weaker fatter lion
And capital won  and owns all my means of production and facebook lost function
And i dredge the bottom with my thoughts to bring back dead babies dead police and dead old guys they shot

And fall starts
Autumn begins it will be orange as my ***** after a night i wont remember
But the black out and anger will haunt her forever  and the orange shall be decoration to bring on the winter in full swing with depression


And more beer
No longer a happy guy
I havent energy anymore
Im not the guy you saw at the show that you legitimately thought was on speed because i was high on loving myself anymore and doing at least two punk shows a week.

Now im just an alcoholic.