The Bottle, by Invisible Poet
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as the bottle touches your lips
my tears start to roll
you say your only taking small sips
but they all,take there toll
your footsteps sway
from side to side
and all you can say
is your hands are tied
you say your addicted
that you cant quit
you got us evicted
and all i ever did
was ask you to stop
juts put it down
but you drank every drop
from the whole fucking town
you laugh and you yell
in pure happiness
i hope you rot in that cell
look at your mess
im in a home
and your in jail
your mug no londer runs over with foam
and the judge set you to much bail
The bottle was once your only companion
and now your children cant sleep in there bed
i hope your comfy wherever your in
because now you know to us you are dead.
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Posted: 2009-11-02 02:55:06 UTC |
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2009-12-17 00:39:55 | \\~Ich Bin Mir~// |
wow, this is deep..and harsh..but wow great, wonderful |