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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