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Chasing A High

Mundane numb deadens emotions,
Wanton days leave money nigh gone,
Pennies are counted for more rum,
Cupboards hold nothing to do me wrong,
Yet another bad decision,
The struggle remains far from done,
Risks of dealing with dealer scum,
Running a pharmacy for one,
Forced calm by the edge of a knife,
Here there ain't a place for the nice,

Thoughts of having kids and a wife,
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Monday, May 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drink
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