I spend the little money
that I have
on women
that i don't
Hours and energy
as well
The little I have
goes into these wasted words
Whiskey and wine
Dusty chalices
My rotten gut
My self-esteem
stained toilet
Two bus rides
$5.00
at peak
One bottle
$14.38
after tax
but who's counting
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