Member Poem

A couple of empty bottles every night, what a life
Sleep away the day so I can party all night
Stop asking if I'm alright,
Go away, I'll be fine
But I'm empty as the night before and I'll be emptier tomorrow
Parading in the streets for some spare change I can borrow
Another drink just to get me by, I gotta keep me high
Same as any other night, it's just another night
I'm not addicted to the drink, I'm addicted to the feeling
Like a song stuck in your head that you can't stop hearing
My life's temporarily placed on hold
No thoughts of ever growing old
Or growing up, I don't give a fuck
I'm never gonna give this up
I can do this until my death, but no sweat, I'm no threat
Black out tonight in the hopes that maybe I'll forget.

"It's funny, I've become exactly who I never wanted to be."

"And it's funny, I never became who I always wanted to be."

Previously published on All Poetry
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13202205-The-Panhandler-by-Page-Brownie