truth b told/2000

I drink beers under the rain
fighting to stay sane
odd jobs
gone and came
just enough to pay rent
stay bent
with nobody to blame
for the lent in my pockets
friends keep dropping
stress with no success
is a less appealing topic
floors need mopping
boss keeps watching
obsticles keep dropping
with no signs of stopping
these pills keep popping
for food i go shopping
and hope my stock option
bring more than a grand
pay more than i can
fit in my hand
eating peaches out the can
having to lie to women
is something i cant stand
knowing i’ll never pay them back
after the money touches my hand
i done hit multiples of grands
and lost profits
smoked weed
and coughed it
drunk too much
and threw up on the carpet
never see me in cooperate America
to many invisible barriers
and glass ceilings
my friends dealing
criminal minded since children
Scarface, car chase from Chips
we tale lies through big lips
and get kicks
from your misfortune
the good die young
much too often
they story gets buried in coffins.

truth b told/2000

dirtycitypigeon

Joined August 2008

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This poem was written years ago, before i started college. I was frustrated from making little or next to nothing, and i was still in a pattern of self destructive behavior from drinking alot of beer ,smoking alot of marijuana, and hanging around those who were dragging me down. you cant fly with the pigeons if your surrounded by vultures or something like that.

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