Fxxxing Up

After a few close calls We all fall down I say that to myself Sulking in self-pity to sleep. Pitiful intervals of Nervous reactions Until I died once more Without sacrificial sheep. I would sacrifice humans to counterbalance the reactions While subtracting what I wanted most To hold, not to keep. A bottle of Absolut A bottle of Skyy MD 20/20 I’ve said my goodbyes Yet awake on the street. I guess its time to cut my losses.