Sobering Read Count : 17

Category : Poems

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If You  think

We’re over 

As if You can 

Tell Me when,

Then best believe

I am in need 

Of Your Bitter 

Sweet help again.


We Fuss

Just as much

About the 

Things We do.

I pour out

Too much Drink, 

But You Con-sure 

The same amount too,

Never saying,

Friend Your Eye is Black

For fear of hearing,

Friend Your Hand is Blue.


But Friends who

Never forget to 

Tip the Waitress,

Before stumbling out onto

After Hours Pave-ment, 

Without the faintest 

About what We gonna do.


To Conflict 

And Friendship,

An Intoxicating Two.

You can really

Be a C 

Of yeah?

Well F You!



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