i don't own anything
i mean of any value
if i did i would
sell it drink it up
i have a twenty
year old van
that i live in
and get around
but last night
under the bridge
a breeze blew up
and stirred the papers
where i had written
the words that i birthed
nearly sending them scattered
across the filthy parking lot
you would have thought
a thief came by
and tried to
steal my child
i grabbed and
reached spilling
my drink as
i caught them
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About Me
- stickbooth
- I struggle with addiction and am just recently out of prison- I dislike most people and am bitter and self destructive. Yet somehow I have a good time. My first wife wanted to be an FBI agent when I met her in college, and the last one was a prostitute,the former gave me three great kids that I named Dakota, Skye and Willow, the latter a hell of a hard time. In the past I have been a busboy, a waiter, and a bartender. I have worked in nearly all construction trades including carpentry, brick laying, electrical, weilding, and plumbing. Once I had a job where I climbed tree's for a living. I fought Mixed Martial Arts when they still called it No Holds Barred, I have sold cars and was an editorial cartoonist. I am a failed actor, to lazy to try very hard, and lived with outlaw bikers in Northern California. I served as a medic in the army,and studied creative writing as well as radio tv. I cook a mean breakfast and like to sit and think sometimes all day. Did I say think or drink?
Nice one. :)
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