Soberish
The siren call for alcohol:
She is loud and long.
But fuck it's a pretty face
I'm done with being strong.
Days before Independence
Cries of sorrow ring out.
The whole planet is tense
with fearful doubt.
The west is ending.
Haven't you heard?
She is pretending
this isn't absurd.
Men are women.
Left is right.
Words get rewritten
Corruption done in light.
Russia is killing her own
China owning the USA's dirt.
A generation of bad loans.
And a society of "my feelings hurt."
Another world war is about to start.
Satire is now raw reality.
And so few have an ounce of true heart.
Can't even drum up fake propriety.
I'm doing my best to be sober
But the world is just a mess.
Why can't I just pretend it's over?
I wanna make it hurt a little less.
I will be a good girl
Another night I will abstain.
but my soul is in a blur;
It is under immense strain.
Veterans suicide 21 a day.
Dope kills at least double.
The world turns grey.
We are drowning in troubles.
Sober looks less good
every time I step outside
or take off my hood.
Maybe it's better if I died. . .
No I've been there before
I've faced that demon down
but if the whiskey were to pour
maybe I could just accidentally drown.
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