Drunken flattery
though effusively sincere
tastes of bile and beer, dear
reminiscent of angry sleepless nights
and “cold-shoulder and humble pie”
Torch songs bearing light
for angry tears tearing the lines
you see tonight.
Wanting to help you.
Knowing there is no helping.
Can’t focus any longer
and so, I will be going.
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