by Ben Smith
You don’t know
What it's like
To be drunk
At night
Alone and twisting
Your body
Into the
Strangest
Positions.
Face all pressed
Up and weird
Bent wristed
Like a dinosaur.
an
Empty
Three ringed
Six pack
On the floor.
The blues
In the
Back ground
my mum
And dad
Worrying about me
In the bed
With the sleepless
Nights.
I feel bad
But id feel
Worse knowing
I never
Had a
Crack.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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