drinking alone poem

12 Nov

nothing better nothing worse sit at the bar stare at the wall i’ll have one for you you put the last one up lou reed melts the ice caps for you swoop swoop

swing low sing low aim high hit the nail on the head its just a perfect day its just a fine line between love, art, and poetry the art of drinking alone is like taking a plane to miami

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