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by Frank Lee

I know I had money when I went to sleep
but, here I am at a bar
wishing
I had enough to pay for the liquor with the coke.

No joke,
I was probably
robbed;
i dont give a shit about nada?

I walk around town like I'm in the Bahamas
chillin' all day in my pajamas?
of course I'm going down
I've lost myself to the system and I drown.

Got one hundred dollar bills sitting behind me,
but i've also got too much pride.
I'm not talking about Friday night,
when you're running up the steps ready to play football,

crowd screaming hype.
I'm talking about Thursday night,
local bar, about to shut down because you
brought in all the ladies; hype.

But, I'm over that.
Now, local celebrity gone broke.
No joke.
Let's talk about this drink I'm drinking (jack and coke)

People speak to me
but i'm too proud
to admit the realization
that i'm in now.

So, I pull out the fattest
bag of grass most people have seen...
Obscene!!
People please.

I have too much pride
to sell pizzas,
my bimmer
wouldnt look good with a dominos hat.

10/04/2007

Posted on 10/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Frank Lee

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/04/07 at 12:46 PM

This is excellent.... quite poignant!

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