Bad Poem 59 A Smoke Filled Room

59_A Smoke Filled Room

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A smoke filled room,

Where I left my ‘Didn’t give a damn’ at the door,

                (With my hat and self-respect)

A bottle of wine on the floor,     

We empty hours ago,

Fucked like dogs,

And you left my bed a mess,

I shrugged.

An empty room,

Filled with bottles and books,

Souls of those long lost dead,

And you left me with my ghost,

But I didn’t give a damn.

A room full of fools,

I find myself in then,

The madman danced with the whores,

And I drank with the devils,

Just to be alone.

I did give a damn,

As I tipped my hat,

To you, a dream of lust,

And went back to where I could speak with God,

                (Back in that smoke filled room).