It started off with yellin'. My old man screamin' at me 'cause I ain't shit. Hittin' me, slappin' me around. Then he died at the bottom of a bottle. I wasn't gonna be like that. I was better. And I showed him.
Got in with these guys, said they'd show me the ladder if I'd learn it.
That was years ago. Now I run the show.
Whiskey whispered in my ear the whole way up.
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
