Gumshoe
Quiet late nights grab me like a detective without work,Open office with empty chairs,
Bottle of bourbon to hear all rectitude of prayer.
And I try to speak
and try to think,
I wish to find a skirt to drink.
But lost now to daze,
my eyes do slip
farther into disenchantment.
posted by Rob and Lauren @ 11:39 PM
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