Mean Drunk Woman


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Always been a drama mama talking how you cared.. drunk behind a bar stool..

like a hound your teeth are bared 

You one of these people got to protect your scene.. No matter what the drawings are you move it for the green

One day little woman when you’re looking for a friend.. trying to connect with folks from way you been

Someone gonna look at you some and tilt their head.. then say ‘that body was a friend then I heard they were dead’

All the laughs and best by half on back of cawing crow.. tell the tale of your death some decades ago 

No one honey lives enough years in this life to lie.. wind up drowned in ocean of tears a liar cries 

Take your pretty pouted lips your flaxen hair.. take your model body.. that for just enough you share 

Come on here just one…

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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