Musings of a Bitter Man 3

She left me there
Piss soaked in vodka and gin
The scarlet harlot of my dreams
Ever vengeful of the coming dawn I drank on- into oblivion

She had delightful curves and playful eyes
Though they masked a sadness
I fucked her often
And she would drink and smoke and take me in

We passed time
Forever lost in each other's chaos
To spite our lonliness
We embraced awash in the liquor that soothed our soul

She left me there
Her belly full of some schmucks seed
She dont drink no more
Ah, but I took it well I think, for a drunk at least

and still I scorn the conquering dawn