The Drunk

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    The Drunk

    Liar, Con, Manipulator, Controling thoughtless masterbator, You heartless piece of time invader, You wont break me. You cant make me. Limp as a cow, cant dick me now. My heart you are loosing. No time for snoozing... Your budweisers calling. Run to it falling.

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    Zerabella commented on The Drunk

    01-04-2010

    oh my goodness I remember us writing one night ,in your living room in paragon u member,,,I do I love

    katrinaLeAnn commented on The Drunk

    12-01-2009

    lol i like it...you put it like it was huh mamma..

    StandingBear commented on The Drunk

    11-20-2009

    Stand up lady, tell it like it is. I like your moxie.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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