A Bitch.

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A Bitch.

Happy hour poured through bottles and took,
Many minds away from many pains of life,
Intoxication through veins raced
And the illogical subconscious spoke aloud.

Sitting at the bar and at all these drunks smiled,
Like an insane soul who don’t need no alcohol,
To be intoxicated to take mind away from world,
As life into me poured events that intoxicated me.

In the sudden rain that lashed all around,
With thunder and lighting in fury threatened,
Everyone out of all intoxication and think right,
Many then understood the good old monster, reality.

When walking out into the rain I smiled,
With a thought how wonderfully I eluded,
The pain and the pathetic artificiality,
Oh’ life is a bitch who gives me happy hour every hour.

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