I walk the streets wondering
'why me? ' I'm pathetic as I
head into the bar to gulp
my fill of Coors(Lite) . 'They'
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Brought to mind Keroauc's - October in the railway earth - I like.
this is excellent getting the measure of your style. Been there puked there may be without the juke box
Being down and out is a serious form of poverty. Great poem.