Hollywood Hangover Poem by Shannon Michelle

Hollywood Hangover



One bulb left in the ceiling lamp and a dead bug
looks back at me
The yellow glare strares and a hum from the radio
so into the wall I bleed
Disgusted with smoke and these pills don't work
ciggarettes have lost their fun
There's only one thing that I want right now
but I can't fall alseep

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