Saturday Night, 2 AM
Climb out from beneath
that drunken spree
guess that could mean
you would talk to me
instead of hanging upstairs
in front of the TV,
surrounded by empty bottles
like some micro brewery
You said the redness in your face
was caused by too much sun
from earlier in the day
okay, how gullible do you think I am?
continue your quest for cirrhosis
I really don't give a damn
I feel sorry for all your lame reasons
bewildered by your pathetic excuses
spotting the scratches and bruises
questioning your reasoning
changing the subject
by continuously deflecting,
why is your partner in New York?
mathiasthom
written 5/1/11
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