Whiskey Bullet Poem by William Mowell
Whiskey Bullet
I'm never scarred
Of shit that ain't there
The mind playing tricks
That son of a bitch
Drink myself blind
Snort another line
Kill the son of a bitch
Drown 'em to the last flinch
I'm seeing things again
I take a shot at the wind
The things that aren't there
My sanity has tears
Another shot to my mind
A whiskey bullet this time
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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