Monday, January 12, 2009

3. Resignation.

So there you go
Mule
back to the bottom
of the hill
which you were almost
over
what a surprise
that Hope was just that
another one of life's
many lies.

There you go
Ass
back behind the bar
killing yourself
in order to survive
and covered in shots
of irony
that you cannot even
be yourself
without sounding like
fucking
Hank Chinaski.

You've been done before
Donkey
your own survival
isn't even original
anymore
so there's nothing left
to do
but cry
tears which you can bottle
reserved for when the thirst
comes - if it does -
a river to guide you up
on yet
another
on yet another
on yet
another
fucking
climb.

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