MIX IT BUT BEWARE

jack with the coke

dead broke

feel like i shouldnt mix

its like she turns tricks

no control and hurting soul

i pain i suffer

no straight buffer

times i think ill give up

then i fill the cup

not the right way

then i say

tomorrow is a new day ill shy away

but here i am

drunk again

could be a problem could be a curse

the day it all hit

was looking to for a hearse

not sure who for

maybe me maybe the whore

but then i moved on

like now with much song

not really a poet

not much of anything

just very glad all over

there was no fucking ring

this poem might not work out

but i need to get it out

and yall are my audience

to whom i give my two cents