Fuck Rehab
I thirst for you like an old drink
Like a Vietnam veteran Al-Anon alcoholic craving whiskey after a construction shift
Later in life and this damn thing is not over with.
Like a clawed fester-mite crawling up a sewer pipe
I flushed this feeling into a vagabond camped out reeling line
Spun out control and inverted by terminal role into a last gasp
For freedom in the season of humanity burning into cinders
An effigy of American splendor sacrificed in front of no one, but my own confidence
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