Staggering out, a broken husk
an empty shell of a man
With fleas for a brain and
a stone for a heart,
he wishes that he can
get at least one good night
one good day, maybe
some minutes of happiness,right?

Bidding her good night as
the bar closes,I walk home
alone like a raggedy cat
another evening without
affection or reflection, being
just the same looser as I
was the night before and
the night before that again..