One Friday night,
got home after a party right,
Couldn't get my body to the bed,
So I dragged myself to the couch instead,
As I laid there half dead from drinking beer,
I heard voices so damn clear,
And they had the following to say:
Couch: oh boy here we go again
Table: is he smoked again?
Couch: nope, he smells like rotten eggs today
Tv stand: let him live his life please
Couch: shut up standy, you don't have to cary Andy
Table: switch places then, and stop moaning
TV stand: watch your tongue couch, just do your job and let him rest on you, it won't last forever we all know
Couch: I'm just sick and tired watching him ruin his life every Friday night
Table: [sigh] it's part of life, he has been through so much he needs help to prioritize the thoughts he has blowing up in his mind
Mat: you ladies should just relax, I'm the one who has it bad, the stuff this dude be stepping on at night, makes me wonder if his head is getting messed up after he drinks or does it affect his eyes😔I need a double on ice
Radio : I've been here long enough to know what song to play when his home, he looks torn apart we all know, so let's just be strong enough and let him know, we are here for him when he comes home
Couch: he smells bad, his farts are driving me mad, yoh table help me take him to the shower man
And so my eyes opened, I'm sitting in my shower hopeless, water falling down my face like I'm trying wash away the pain of not having things go my way yet still trying to cary a smile like I'm enjoying life but dying inside these people don't know what's popping in my life uf they knew.. And I die I bet all of you would be surprised and think my death is a lie.
Lorenzo
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