Words fail me now
They come in drunken processions
stumble over the threshold
and stare at me unwillingly to help out
Their eyes are red and their noses blue
and I won’t bother to sober them up
or put them back on the barstools
when they fall over
I might even kick them instead
Because what is there left to say
So words could be of use?
Either way,
you go or stay,
I lose
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