Another junkie.
Another midnight flunky
Another dreamer
another plight long dreamer
Another sister to a brother
Another curse against someone’s mother.
Another two fingers to the masses
Another class that wears rose tinted glasses.
Another last gasp for what we want
Another reason to leave this old haunt.
Another lasting impression
Another fading digression.
Another reason to frail
Another reason not to check the mail.
Another lasting blur to pass the time
Another night of committing a crime.
Another trip to last the place
another fading smile from your face.
A last glimpse at what we knew
A last thing to ever be true.
Another line of gibberish
Another reason to flounder like a fish.

09/05/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about a friend who had become addicted to crack... how he never seemed to do what he said.. people called him Flounder... hence, this is for him...

Posted on 09/05/2003
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