A Poem by tyson

In Paris,


I stabbed my friend and made a few more.

I drank too much cheap wine.

I drank too much expensive rum.

I got transit fines.

Guns pointed in my face.

I drank some more wine.

More and more each day.

The food was s**t or either way overpriced.

I stopped smoking weed and the nightmares begun.

I saw the blood, brains & remains of someone who jumped in front of a train.

I confused my words and accidently abused some bum.

I lost two diamonds down the bathroom sink.

I lost the girl I love after I panicked and fucked up.

It rained everyday.

I lost a lot of sleep.


Pairs, it's been fun.

© 2014 tyson

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Added on July 25, 2014
Last Updated on September 1, 2014



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