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What do you call it?
Drink in hand,
can barely stand.
A stagger,
mistaken for swagger.

Fist slammed on table
in violent fervor.
Reckless      thoughtless actions

By a shell of a man
that can’t even cast
a shadow,
let alone stand.

Barking like a rabid dog.
Those around him cower in fear
If he’s lucky.
If he’s not:
He’ll waste away.
A nobody

to nobody.
Written by Tristitude
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