Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
Another grade A reject
tossed aside like how many more before?
now itsΒ Β back to that little bee sting
ahhhh, like heaven in a syringe
what's wrong with one more tar binge
just another nobody for no one
let me pour another whiskey alone
Beer and some gear makes your face fade away
so hand me my rig so i can boil that nasty black
now I'm just gonna lay back
choking on my own ***** till the rise of the sun
so leave me be, I'm finally done
this time you won.
T James
Written by
T James  Arizona
(Arizona)   
484
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems