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Baby crying on a Septa Train

and I’m too drunk

to take accurate notes

which is probably good

and I hope these beautiful children

get the chance to grow

and to fulfill their destiny

but I’m too fucking drunk

to play a real hand

and it’s my own fault

which I am remiss to admit

but ain’t this America

as fucking Mellencamp might suggest

something to see?

Well with apologies

I would scream out

against all odds

making sure everyone hears

What a fucking failure I am?

and no excuse will suffice

I’m the truest of whores

and nothing can negate that

It is my destiny indeed

This and no other

It’s just the reality

I have created for myself   

9-23-00