two hours of sleep
demons in the attic
yet again
laughing at the cross
and all the bullshit
they shoved down
your throat
another empty bottle
of jack
the doctors are sure
your liver is going
to fail soon
the same hollow words
you heard twenty years
ago
maybe it is the irish
in you
they are too scared
to take you
at least for now
i’m sure one of those
better angels have a
bullet with your name
on it
as long as it is a headline
in the papers
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