Friday, July 2, 2010

Stoned and Drunk

This is just a poem I wrote. Some will get it, most will not:

Stoned and drunk, there is no pain
Nine years in the Corps,
I’m a veteran, I’m insane
I’m alive, but why still here?
I love my life in the fast lane
My motorcycles, I hold dear

My club is my life
My patch is my pride
My colors my wife
My cut is my bride

So many brothers gone
So many I have yet to meet
My life is soon done
The demons I wait to greet
For all the things I’ve done wrong
My soul, they will surely beat

For I live the life of my choosing

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