GET BACK UP
Pity for the dark horse.
Get back up.
Voices of the ambiguous angels
Get back up.
Choirs on the down low claim
you’ll once again,
be the way you used to be.
Get back up.
Shaken and stirred
adrift upon salted lime seas.
Messengers in a bottle of Devil Springs.
Alcoholic abyss face down…
wasted and feverishly…
you sing.
Get back up
Be what you used to be.
Vats of cankered clowns
living in an open sore town.
Only the lonely cry,
get back up.
Insanity’s puckered puppets
will always smile…
with a lie.
Been there too.
Bloated Bozo at the zoo.
Wastin’ away
naggin’ the brew
poppin’ the pills
sniffin’ the glue.
Get back up…
do what addicts do
Walkin’ on water
No use…being…who you used to be
hydrating the blues!
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