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The Party

by @john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

I been drinking since I was sixteen . That was many a moon ago. I been in the party life most all my life . It was a natural environment I fit in like the fucking furniture . I played the scene for all its worth found many a warm bed seldom was it my own. Then for awhile I stepped away . Never from the bottle just from the scene. Many thought the edge was gone that the wolf settled down became some old dog sleeping upon the porch. But anything planned is often foiled by life. And now back to what will be my cemeteries existence I return. Alone but then again a lone wolf isn't the a wolf if not alone. The fangs still sharp with some fresh scars on display. False happiness and full of shit . It wasn't my choice to return but at the party till my death shall I stay. We all find ourselves wherever the fuck we least expected . You can't plan life but you can catch a buzz somewhere in the bullshit inbetween. Cheers Gonz
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Written by
john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo
American
Published
Jul 24, 2017
Time
2m
Tags
#life#death#barooms#decay#suicide#poetry#art#writing
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