Live on the Line

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Drop that cash on a dime

You promise to make this your last time

Although no one needs that much coke

You can’t resist that pungent smoke


You quickly gather your well-worn things

Already knowing what oblivion means

This is something you’ve done before

Although you’d promised you’d do no more


You grip the pipe between your teeth

And imagine your funeral wreath


This time you will be done

Or next time it’ll be the gun

At least that way is so much quicker

Or maybe pills washed down with liquor


The pain is immense, you can’t take much more

You’re tired of being shown the door

All you love and cherish no longer trust

How did your life become such a bust?




When you were very, very small

You had dreamed you’d be so tall

But now with all that’s happened to you

You’ll bid the world a fond adieu

  • Author: [email protected] (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2023 23:16
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  • 2781

    For the good that I would I do not: but the evil that which I would not, that I do. Now if I do what I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.

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  • Neville

    an intriguing post & a fine introduction to your ink ma'am ...

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    Thanks again 🙂

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