Seems we never can escape drudgery because it’s the most prolific and welcomed comfort, despite hating it.
No snuffing out please, life is hard enough sometimes and negativity only serves miserable people who hold you back with promises they can’t possibly keep.
Shame but true.
“Hello everyone, my name is Steve and I am an alcoholic”
“Hi” the assembled room would say
“I think it was chronic, I sure had to pay”
I then had their attention,
They had heard it all before;
My story, a bit different
Because I wasn’t poor.
I can entertain a crowd,
Even raise the roof,
But I never lied,
Just didn’t speak the truth.
Life growing up was hard enough,
I see from your faces, you found it tough
I will not dissemble any more,
I find all this a fucking bore.