by James Babbs
it’s Saturday night and nobody loves me
god still hates me and
I hear the wind
outside
blowing hard and cold
tonight
I’ve started my drinking early
because
it’s too late for me to try something else
you see
I never learned enough and
changes frighten me
the light already fading and
the booze keeps me warm
all the days are frozen and
I sit here
looking at nothing
I sit here
not thinking about a thing
no
I just sit here
waiting
inside this dark room
drinking
until I’m too drunk to care
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