I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotomy
A Cheap Christ
crucified like a cheap Christ,
I lay there sprawled on the couch.
I gave up sleeping in beds long ago
and the sounds of them walking across
the carpet were almost too much tonight.
Out of whiskey and only enough vodka left
to piss me off,
I chose to bite down and swallow hard,
pretend like the choice is mine.
I found a Siren where Dulcinea
was supposed to be,
I found an endless cold sidewalk
where the late friday nights were,
but most depressingly
I found that life is an extreme
case of what goes around
- Jeremy Smyers
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