Hypocritical me, judging him
Always drunk behind the wheel
In actuality, I'm no better
Always high when the tires peel
It's like I'm unaware of our mortality
Because of how that leaf makes me feel
I put others in danger, do I lack morality?
I hate myself for it, yet I continue
Living life in a haze, perpetually
No drinking, better than he was
But I'm high every day, so am I really?
Father was a drunk, but I'm a stoner
Both gripped by dependence
At least I'm able to admit it
- 1/31/21
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
