30 more cans empty and gone
Thirty more cans to help with the loss
30 more cans to put you at rest
Thirty more cans to add to the mess
30 more cans to keep you in shame
Thirty more cans make you take the blame
30 more cans at each day’s end
Thirty more cans won’t help you mend
30 more cans that you suck down
Thirty more cans in which you drown
30 more cans to help you take the pain
but Thirty more cans only push me away
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 