God, if I have to die, you will have to die.: I wake up and drink.
A fabulous poem from a fabulous friend.
My dog won’t eat
She just lays around.
I offer her some of my beer,
She turns it down.
I drink,
I’m afforded the luxury.
My dad won’t breathe anymore,
He just stumbles around.
He offered me an addiction,
And I’ve run aground.
He’s sober,
He’s afforded the luxury.
My guitar won’t play,
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A fabulous poem from...fabulous friend.
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