Sam Edison

Let Me Speak

How many strange homes will I wake up in
When will a new better life finally begin
How many gallons of alcohalic beverages will I consume
What does a man have to do to at least rent a room
I am lost in existence a wanderer with consitstince
I am consistant at getting nowhere
A resident of nowhere
At least I dont sleep on the street
No shelters and no jailhouse walls made of concrete
My story has been unique and I will never cry defeat
But it sure is hard when you dont know where to go
More money spent in bars than money saved
Make that alot of money spent in bars and no money saved
I am trying to forget times when I was happy to make my sadness comfortable
I was far from a rich kid like Theo Huxtable
No cosby kid here
Just a two dollar beer
Pain and misery gets easier to deal with
Replace the blues with hatred
But no matter what I hate it
A year ago I was glad
Now Im in this bar waiting for Amy Conrad
She is good people but I have plenty of those
I need another kind of love like cocaine to crack hoes
I suppose my life isnt over and I am still young
But its quite hard to swallow when you have swollen toungue
My mouth feeling dry bartender please bring me another drink
I promise to tip you nicely if you let me speak what I think 

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2009

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Comments about Let Me Speak by Sam Edison

  • Jazza Bella (10/6/2009 8:47:00 PM)

    Man joe man dat was sum hot stuff.
    'I need another kind of love like cocaine to crack hoes'
    Killin da land, Whole time though u need a record deal. Lolz
    Loved it

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  • Black & White Right (9/24/2009 12:02:00 AM)

    nice write...
    it feels real...

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