stupid little poem

20 years

20 years and nothing to show

thought i’d be famous and living a dream

20 years and it’s been mean

got bruises and scars littering 

my body that has carried me well 

though i’ve never really kept up on 

bodily chores 

my eyes burn and my hands shake

back hurts and my feet ache 

20 years young sober and dumb

7 more to go might not make it 

hand me a bottle of pills and set me on my way

i’ve seen the pattern 

now it’s my turn to pave

i’ll follow in the footsteps they gave

20 years and it’s already gone 

20 years and i’m done.