on April 2, 2010 by Mitchel Jonas in Stories, Comments (0)
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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