I can't control my inhibitions—
it's a problem my ex-wife would not put up with.
Our empty bed at home named me a suspect.
I rarely fell asleep alone, but she never had a warrant.
My new boss expects perfection.
Oh, once again I've been passed over for that promotion.
Forty hours a week at a dead end job I've had for too long...
how could anyone not drink?
My mother asks if I've been back to church yet—
another reason to expect an intervention
full of people I don't even care to look at.
Thank God her leash wore thin when I was twenty-three.
Thank God my mother's guilt won't be the death of me.
I've spent my time loving with one foot out the door
and one foot trusted, hoping and lusting.
My landlord says he'll take me to collections.
I tell him I don't have a cent to pay my rent.
Still, I walk around the corner to the market.
I'll be damned if I don't have another cigarette.
released October 14, 2014
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