This post represents my personal opinion; sometimes it makes sense, often not. I reserve the right to edit/delete offensive comments, but I wouldn't mind a couple of politically incorrect statements here and there.
Used to be I never drank
Not when I’m sad anyway
But I had the company of friends, then
Friends I drove away
For the fleeting smile of an angel
Who doesn’t think of me kindly
Not anymore, anyway
So now I just take a swig.
I lose myself in my craft,
Passion, art, whatever
My fingers don’t do justice
To the chorus in my head, though
Much less the symphony of my soul.
It troubles me, this failing
I’ve no offering save this, the soil I tend
And I dread the fate of Caine.
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The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ~ Edmund Burke
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