The Harmless Drunk

THE HARMLESS DRUNK

Vile violence spits from his mouth
Hurting the ones he truly loves
In the morning he wrings out his skin
And his pores ooze the booze
Bloody Mary, she deserved it
If only they would leave me
Could leave me
Be
Then they would see
I am as solid as a sponge
A dirty rotting sponge
Oozing septic blood
Covered in mould
I need her
Will she ever forgive me?

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