bad poetry written badly…

tanked again.
in this place the empty cans
speak over protestations.
i thought real hard about
all the suppositions
and Mickey Rourke.

falling down,
i tripped on some carpet
and cracked my jaw.
serves me right
for flailing about the room
looking for a lit cigarette.

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