| Current mood: | sad but laughable |
| Current music: | D/C: Sharp Hint of New Tears |
On the way home. This car is my confession. I think, tonight, I'll take the long way.
I Just wrote this poem. I think I have a gambling problem. hmm I think this is sorta funny, because everyline could refer to gambling or masterbation.
(*shellacking.
Slang.
1.To strike repeatedly and severely; batter.
2.To defeat decisively. )
Enjoy
"Blurring the Line Between Poker and Masturbation"
And I have sat here before
one hundred times before
and I jsut can't seem to walk
away from this
I keep telling myself
"I'll do better next" and
"give me one more try"
but in the end I have blown it all away.
I don't want my hand anymore
I need something realler
I wanna see you flush
when we touch
I gave it my all
and lost everyhting I had
it doesn't seem so bad
as long as i can have another try.
I can never win in your house
you caught me cheating
and now I am home
practicing, all alone
Maybe someday I'll stop someday
When I get the courage
And face the shellacking like a man,
and not the boy that I am
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