Poem By Kenneth Snow
This is the problem
I go drinking...
let me explain,
I'm in a merry mood, I’d like to stay out all night
'Come with me and run wild through the night,
let's not waste anymore time with this useless banter'
I certainly didn't expect...
So here he is, in the cab, staring at me
saddened by the turn of events
in the morning I shall be sober,
completely immersed in my morbid thoughts
I look in the mirror
I don't do hate, it's a waste of time
I can run no longer.