refuse refuse (waste waste)

another mornin' and I'm mournin'
empty whiskey bottle's gone dry
can't remember how to remember
those yesterdays gone by
friendly women, once gal pals
they won't even face my face
call me names, but don't call me
they place me in my place

my friendly best friend
pretends to pretend
no, he don't know me at all
disatisfactions of my actions
lowly feelin's feelin' small
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
sumpin i shoonda hadda started, so i stop dis homophonic phobe probe

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BeneathePines
newcomer to this corner with a lot reading ahead of me. This one I much enjoy. has that chop and launch meter that I tend to be drawn to. Good one Heady : )
madtat29
Reminds me of an old miner 49'er type folk song...drinking
Good stuff... cheers
agoodguy2have
another hedi night of poetry and evrythin' is awlright!
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