I'll have a chaser with that life pleaseA Poem by Thomas
My life is make believe
My death is soon to come I drink to find a rare relief from thoughts I can not run So pour some whiskey, pour some rum Tonight I'm on the run But who should tend this bar tonight, But Death and I am drunk
© 2014 Thomas |
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