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Lies And Bullshit


by Damion Hamilton


You sit brooding at the bar
On a Friday night

On the patio on a Friday night

And people try to figure you out

I think

And I am so quite and

So tired 

Too tired to even drive home

Drained


I just need that drink to feel better


And I stare off in a haze

Whats wrong?

I don't know

People walk by and pat

Me on the leg


Why they do that I don't know

Im inna daze

No women around

Perhaps I need a woman


I don't know


People think it's woman
Trouble


“Ninety nine problems

And a bitch aint one.”


Some one plays on
The jukebox

I don't know whats

Wrong wit me


Friday night


They're chatting


Chatting  their 

Lives away


I don't know whats

Wrong with me



The whole bar

Illuminated with 

Human voices


I sit down watching a 
Basketball game


I could care less about











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