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It's ten PM on a Saturday night. The beers are all full, The bathroom is empty. He is home alone. He opens the beer at 10:01, And opens the vodka at 11 o clock. His tears keep him company. He is home alone, and sad. He opens the bathroom door at midnight. The sink is empty. The pile of empty bottles and his tears keep him company. He is alone, sad, and angry. He opens his heart the year before, But hers was empty. But she kept him company. And he was happy. It was a month later. They bought an apartment; it was empty. But their dog kept them company. He was happy, the dog was happy, she wasn't happy. They celebrated their anniversary. He booked a room, but it stayed empty. The dog couldn't keep him company. He was miserable. It's 1 in the morning. The sink is not empty. Nobody keeps him company. He is alone. It's the new day. The streets in front of the house are not empty. The coroner is keeping the man company. He is happy with her now. .
ninjakittenlover added this comment 2011-03-16 09:00:25-05:00
I really like this poem:) It's great!
ninjakittenlover added this comment 2011-03-16 09:00:25-05:00
I really like this poem:) It's great!