Brenda Urka

Rookie (12/17/1956 / Michigan)

Drunk - Poem by Brenda Urka

Not sure what I'm doing here,
Endless cans, countless beers
A promise made, to make a change,
Empty words, your drunk again.
My love should be what holds you true,
I can't compete with Red White and Blue.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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