You've heard the story of the bum
not a dollar left
still he gets his rum,
you've heard the story of someone in love
can't afford to love themselves
yet they need to be taken for all that they have.
I've spent some time in that place called love
myself
turns out it usually doesn't age well
turns out love is another word for shitty wine.
Look I never said I wasn't hypocritical
a bum a lover or a clown
who jokes about the lovers just to become one again.
So I'm a bum.
Accepting this and belonging to no other class
I think I'll have another glass
your shittiest variety please.
- Author: My_Brain ( Offline)
- Published: April 22nd, 2020 20:35
- Category: Love
- Views: 9
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