So Much To Live For (a goofy poem)

United States
July 8, 2009 7:14pm CST
Throwing his young life away staying up all hours for days, driving at excessive speeds, and he's the only one who pays. Brief stops at the priory, writing in his diary, everyday he's in a fog, it's party time, and he goes whole hog. Wearing pants that fit too tight, while dodging yet another fight, buttons stretch his shirt apart, as he skulks the taverns after dark. No time to shop for anew set of duds, preferring altercations and a pitcher of suds, but it's his business anyway, and he's the only one who pays.
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