Fxxxing Up
After a few close calls
We all fall down
I say that to myself
Sulking in self-pity to sleep.
Pitiful intervals of
Nervous reactions
Until I died once more
Without sacrificial sheep.
I would sacrifice humans
to counterbalance the reactions
While subtracting what I wanted most
To hold, not to keep.
A bottle of Absolut
A bottle of Skyy
MD 20/20
I’ve said my goodbyes
Yet awake on the street.
I guess its time to cut my losses.