broke ass blues

I’d be broke. again
sitting in some little room
dusty 70’s drapes
grease on the rug
no booze, no drugs
friends everywhere but me
playing the same tape
over and over. again
cursing my depression
my life
lack of love, money
everything. again
sure it was sadness
but the core
was self pity
and that kept me
many, many, years
from fixing
it. again

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