Full bottle
Full throttle
Ahead,
Drink till I'm dead
Forgot my life
Forgot my wife
Pour another cup
Pulled it up
To my lips
Not many sips
Left in this bottle
I'll coddle
It like my baby
And Maybe
Get ahead
My bed
Is calling
I am falling
Down on the ground
RUnning round
Searching for more
The liquer store
Is closed
Money disposed
Poorly.

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I'm tired
So i've wired
My eyes open
Hoping, you will call
Or at least fall
Into my lap
Help me trap
The sun
As i run to London
Seeking,
a different speaking
Place,
where race
Is not an issue
And tissue is just tissue
Where I can be true
To who
I am.

Your Kinsey Number is 4.0

Predominantly Homosexual, but More than Incidentally Heterosexual

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my mind is an open station
for docking, restocking
Thoughts, I've bought
More time in the lime light
What right do i have to think
Blink, my eyes and its gone
Along, its own path.
More math to follow
Too much to swallow
Right now, I wonder how
I am breathing, meeting
The requirements, for the environment
That I am in.

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