His pants were soaking wet
His face with a disheveled gaze
He lived in nothing save haze
On they way he had lost footing and tripped
And in the winds he plumbed
For what was no more
He lived to booze
And away he’s life oozed
Clearly he had Loads to lose
But couldn’t help it
He didn’t envision
He was headed for a hurricane
That it would be lust
To bring the end of him
He didn’t slow down either
Even after he had lost his life’s reins
He sped right ahead
He sped right ahead and crashed.
Muzamir
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