It Takes All Sorts

Sometimes
I wish
I was
normal

But
then
I remember
nobody is

And how
thankful
I am
for that

Otherwise
life would
be boring
as shit

Wounded

They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk

But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?

At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve

And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve

‘Bring Me Home And Have Me’

I can walk along

Feeling fine

Then without warning

You’re on my mind

I break for home

Each step quicker

Heart in my mouth

Stomach ever sicker

As I remember

With a groan

The reason why

I’m all alone

Xxx

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