Three Words
Dead cobweb spider
No more cider
Empty tv stand
Candle snuffed out
Too much dust
Crystal fairy bust
Spiky cactus, and
You've gone out
Sitting here late
Mainly contemplating fate
Wind howling by
Home at three
Wet bathroom floor
Closed bedroom door
Time for bed
You without me
Bottle in hand
No glass planned
No more cares
I am drunk
Do your stuff
Life is fluff
Goodbye from me
An old punk
Another day dawns
Dew laden lawns
Out the door
I am done
Curtain call bow
What happens now
Not my concern
Please have fun