5.9.07

Shanty Town

a lonely man in an empty world
his room tainted with discarded memories
stiff socks piled in the corners

newspapers from last year collecting dust
unread and forgotten
he has his own drama to avoid

pills fill his mouth
whiskey burns his rotting teeth
he contemplates death once again

where did he go wrong
was it the lone bullet that missed
or was he just born to be pathetic

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