Poem -
POET IN HELL
tonight you don't exist
just whiskey and all those souls I drink
heaven is a party
attended by hell
the joke backfired
its all Jesus could tell
staying sober to count the borrow
of floorboard
staying drunk
to remember yesterday
holy crap
without a halo
looks like shit anyway
lonely isΒ tomorrow swallowed today
I've givenΒ upΒ digging
too sacred to find my grave
life
are women who drink
laughing all the way
so im swashbuckling the minute
that bastard which owes me a day
poets should be drunkards
with lovers that ran away
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