Drunk, Again
the weak boy’s been out drinking again
pouring back beers to replace lost tears
but the frat boys still tease him
sissy pants and fucking queer
giving up is easier than fighting back
it’s too hard to off one’s self
so maybe a drunken coma will do it
or choking on vomit
inevitably he wakes up in the morning
spinning and pounding
with a stench mouth
and beer sweat
a few aspirins can’t make his life better
