Cripple call me
or maybe wicked;
I’ve burdens me
I am conflicted.
I guess that such
makes me so true
that I can call me
just same as you.
Liquor familiar
I am with a buzz.
That allows my
hurt not think of.
My crutch I lean
on for I cowardly
write of a bliss as
I steam so sourly.
I am not victim
more as another;
I revel possibility
in for each other.
See my pain I do
bleed same as you.
What you construe
I see me feel it too.
