This is my life…and it
is rotten. It is flawed.
I am too often exhausted,
by overthinking, and dark days-
very poor judgement calls, and
vanity, to abasement.
There is always a reason, for
my binges, blackouts, and
magnificent stupidity; (it
is very likely), the profound
and hateful futility (of it all).
If there were more than
just my wasted life-
(hanging in the balance)…
It would be a cataclysm-
(especially for those
swaggering douchebags, who
will never,
ever
quit…)
I miss my kids. (The
world stopped turning, a
long
time
ago).
fin
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