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Drained desk drawer bottle on
Shitcanned family photos,
Broken glass stabbing at
Timmy’s nameplate pried off the door
A quick lunchroom sink piss, spurts snake poison venom
Soaking those fucking HR papers and
That fat-assed bitch Margo’s ham and cheese sandwich,
Flips them all off, kicks open the door
Curb shot his Camaro rims crossing grass and
The sidewalk, left the engine running
Ducked into Liquor Land
For two-fifths of Dickel, a carton of grits
Kitchen emergency fund
Stuffed in his pocket,
A note left on the table
“Tell the boys I love them, but I can’t do this anymore…”
Saddle bag bottles of bourbon,
A carton of Spirits between them
Kick starts the gas-powered V-twin
Dildo he uses to fuck the world
In some hick-filled country road
Tavern, Timmy starts his
Three-day bender,
Beginning that dream life, the one from back before her
Woke in a flophouse outside of Buffalo,
Scratching at whiskey drunk bedbugs with his
Bloody knuckles, on puke-stained sheets, drowned in
Stank hooker pussy air
Left with twelve worthless dollars,
Raw nasty cock scabs, and just
A half fucking bottle,
Timmy lit a grit, thinking “there’s no road back home from here.”
