By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 16 May 2000
spilled beer
so i'm a lopsided drunk
with a beer dribble
making its way down my chin
dripping onto the stained
table that if you sniffed it you
could probably smell the
years of stale cigarettes that
have ingrained their way into
the woodwork that have seen
so many loves fight and kiss
and make up over its glossy finish
and then shed their tears over
the table as it kept on
standing year after year in the
same spot only to be dribbled on
by a sloppy drunk like me
after crying my tears out about
you to the nearest stranger possible
who might listen to my mindless
ramble that all you wanted to
do was fuck my brains out and
then move on back to your safe
and happy girlfriend who probably
doesn't dribble and cry over
spilled beer
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