Laguna Beach Bum
Late again for dinner and drinks,
Another embarrassing smile.
Going down to where it stinks,
Under the manure pile.
Never letting others know
About the feelings that make you go.
Brutally allowing forces to control
Eventually turned your heart to coal.
Always walking alone on the beach,
Casually being sucked by a leach.
Hosting depression within your soul.
Bartering life on a rotten deal,
Understanding you may never heal.
Muttering quietly, “How does it feel?”
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