'Life of a Drunk'
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"Life Of A Drunk" They took me to the station and read me my rights. Another drunken weekend full of bar room fights. They took my picture and printed my thumb. Threw me in a cell with another drunken bum. As I tossed and I turned on that cold concrete floor. I promised myself, I wouldn't drink anymore. But those are just words from a man sittin in jail. Not knowing where I'm going, could be headed straight for hell. As they turned that lock, with that special made key. They said, I could go. I was once again free.. Five days have passed another weekend has come. I find myself locked up, drunken and numb. I look to the side and what do I see That same old bum, on the floor next to me. This piece was entered into a contest And had to be based on the word "Drunk" Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 02:50 PM PST, Sandra Kay Ratliff 0 • 10
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