Stay sober and not go back to the pints,
Too much beer doesn't make me very nice.
Need to be more constructive and find a job,
Volunteering feeds a soul but no food in the gob.
My car is on it's last legs, want a newer Honda,
The Jazz did well but for a Civic I grow fonder.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2025 03:36
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Comments1
This speaks to a place in time and a feeling in that space. Well done
Thank you.
You are most welcome
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