Cocaine for Breakfast.
Wakes up beside a stranger once again.
Can't remember the night.
Merry go round of sex with people just
like
him.
He finds his pants, snorts a line of coke
for breakfast and leaves to face the shame
of the sun.
Can't remember the night.
Merry go round of sex with people just
like
him.
He finds his pants, snorts a line of coke
for breakfast and leaves to face the shame
of the sun.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah. This was for Writer's Craft. It is a number poem, hence the arrangement.