Poppin’ pills
Not payin’ bills
Mind berserk
Can’t stop this shit
Washin’ ‘em down with booze
Don’t you know
This mother-fucker
is born to lose
Tossin’ in bed
Thoughts in the head
Piss stain on the sheet
It ain’t comin’ clean
Don’t you know
This fucked-up boy
Is fucked in the head
gonna die with one final blow
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For Hunter S. Thompson. R.I.P.
- Category: Sad
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