People
This poem is for people from my past who happen to wonder if eye am real or just made up have you got a computer Johnny? Yes this is me have you stopped drinking yet? Still allergic to alcohol? still making the vodka bottle god? Still chopping wood for them illegal fires? Are you in prison yet? Did someone steal your car? Is the apartment getting hard to pay for? Is the woman still your wife? Eye have got one lined up for my future she is my intended prize.
She just makes it a little hard on me by the distance we are from being near to one another and the absence of my heart when she forgets to tell me love.
Just wanted all of you to know.
This poem is for all the people still back home.
