Poem // Repeat

It’s gotten to the point; I go out every night

Drink a pint of whiskey and talk to girls or not

Night after night

After night

After night

It gets old

I’d say it contributes to a collective ring of depression

I see the fellow lurkers out and know they are

Depressed

We all have problems

Dead dads or moms

Handicapped dads or moms

Raped or abused

Our own little reasons

To explain why we do what we do

Trying to break out of this cycle

Is damn near impossible

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