Getting free at night, misbehaving
On poetry forums because whoís
Ever going to find me out?
Expressing myself keeps me
From the dark depression thatís
Sitting right outside my door, that
Scurries away when I open it
What happened to the people that
Left and went on to other things?
Are they doing better, worse?
I get jealous when someone
Leaves. I think, how did they
Do it? Where are they going?
How did they luck out like that?
Now, something else infects your
Brain. †Sobriety doesnít get you laid.
Neither does crippling self-doubt.
The id takes over after a couple
Of vodkas, pilsners and
Bong rips, then itís anybodyís
Guess, but Iím sure itís just a parody of
Something that was once familiar
The interviewer flirts, but this
Isnít my first rodeo, and I like †
The chick Iím with
Plus Iím older, so fuck all
Nothing in this life is
Free and Iíd already
Paid the penultimate