Oh please don't interrupt me
When I'm in my crisis,
And thanks to an unfair workplace
I am even more sober now;
Thank you dad for never knowing me
Thank you mom for being dead,
For you really showed me what it's like
To be a functioning human being
Oh let's not be oppressed here
I'm sure dead people have something better to do
Than to listen to one's problems, LOL
I can't pretend that I am ahead
Because I am not;
The foolishness perceives me to be a clown
And philosophies say that I am
And we are all in limbo here
Just look at the white horse in suffering
I want to go to the bathroom
Just to flush down my fears,
I'm sure these toilets have enough crap to deal with!
Oh the Rose Marie of it all
For she is quite the catch
Doesn't it feel like heaven right now
Just to feel some solitude,
And just to have some peace of mind?
Oh hell hath no solitude
Like a solitude scorned...
And for reasons unknown, I like being sober
Don't you?
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Being sober is a powerful thing...even though, sometimes, it is a battle that can be unbearable. I've had many drunken moments, I've felt shame, I've felt extreme embarrassment, and I had days I wanted to die. But now, I can look back and say...I CONQUERED THE BEAST! Now all I have to do is believe in myself every day and keep on writing my poetry. Don't let anybody tell you that you're not enough. You are enough. No matter what we go through in life, it is important to kick the fake people out of our lives...AND TELL THEM TO KICK ROCKS! It always feels good to eliminate the excess baggage. Thank you for reading.
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