That One Guy

I prefer to be alone

And even though I’m sick of this place

There’s no place like home

If poetry is alcohol

This is Prohibition

And I am Al Capone


I invite you to take my breath away

Or at least try

Many folk

Feast eyes

On what a starving artist wrote


I love like a demon and sin like a saint

I excel most when drawing ire

Or painting depictions of angst

No restraints

And at length

Because I fell from a world I once blended into

And wandered into a room

The saga continues


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