A Man Without Conscience Poem by Mimie Durand

Here I lay with my bottle of booze
can’t see or walk; my body abused
thinking is nonsensical in the state that I’m in
wondering where in the hell I have been.

Time passed me by my life is a blur
I’ve got one mouthful left; it, I will savor
music is playing around me they step
laughing and jeering my body unkempt.

Someone drags me across the hard floor
then promptly threw me out of the door
my daughter’s wedding, I ruined this day
I'm a man without conscience-what can I say.