i'm happy, he'd tell me,
red eyed,
and sleepy
in the truck
as we headed off
to work.
it's the cure for all
my ailments.
i drink when i'm sad,
i drink when
i'm bored.
i drink in the morning,
at night.
it doesn't matter.
i know it will kill me,
but so what.
at least i know
that i'm falling on my
own sword.
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