Another shout-out to T. Lwanga Lord. Also, what do you all think of the new cover picture?
OFF
Off I tumble, through reeds I grumble, tall grass lashing, louder I mumble.
On I mount, to quit this bout, "victory!" I snarled in a grueling shout.
Off it beats me, postulating it will never meet me, no room to seat me.
On I clamber, not one to hamper, I want not another trip to the slammer.
Why do I sip between rejections, Alcohol injections, with innumerable reflections?
Off this wagon wants me, another flagon wants me, no bragging haunts me.
On I'm stumbling, no room for bumbling, if only it were humbling.
Off I go, reaping every seed I sowed, for the bottle I am a "ho."
On I try, knowing I'll cry, maybe it's time to let my friends pry.
Off it bucks me, smiling as it chucks me, plain and simple, just fuck me!
Written by: T. Lwanga Lord
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