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To That Old Drunk Man


For judging eyes instantly after seeing you I apologize

I have no clue what you've been through

What obstacles life has brought you or what struggles you have been through sir excuse me

From the weed you had to re-recieve i can only assume you take puffs to relieve the stress from you

You had obviously been drinking but you went to get gas for some reason what could you possibly be thinking

Cussing the cashier that I'll never forget

Old man with high blood pressure.... your excuse for rudeness

Smile on your face as the corners of your lips turn up the alcohol stained grin told long detail stories of regret and sin

Repentance on your brain even with alcohol in your system

You apologized to the cashier eventhough rightfully he kinda didn't want to here it

I was quite on my ride home not saying much to my mother who was babbling on 

In my head Im thinking why was it so necessary for you to start drinking

Unfortunately and regretfully I care little for that old man cause in every movement word said and heart full of repent 

If you extract the need for weed I was scared to see my mommy.

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