My envy knows no boundsA Poem by Tom QNormal for me and my addiction
Run down hotel where people live by the week A bar and carryout a block away He walks with a brown paper bag beer logo climbs out A short daily commute He should elicit scorn maybe pity Old clothes, unshaven,nothing My shiny car, nice house, money My responsibilities stifle To drink regardless of the time Free of all cares, all motivation He dies a slow death, yes Is my sobriety a more painful suicide? © 2009 Tom Q |
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