Drunk rambling
On the street
From some loud man
Who can
NOT
Handle his booze
But if I had to walk a mile in his shoes
Maybe I would
NOT
Be so quick to judge
But I’m judging his aggressive
Invasion
Of my space
This is
NOT
The time or place
To be a mess
Cause all it does is stress
Me out
And make me I’ll
And want to kill
But then that feeling passes through
From black to blue
Whoo Hoi!!!
