A Man Without Conscience

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 14, 2017

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A Man Without Conscience

 

There he lay with his bottle of booze

he can’t see or walk; his body’s abused

thinking is nonsensical in the state that he’s in

wondering where in the world he has been.

 

Time passed him by, his life is a blur

he has one mouthful left; it, he will savor

music is playing, around him they step

they were laughing and jeering, his body’s unkempt.

 

Then someone drags him across the hard floor

And promptly threw him out of the door

his daughter’s wedding he ruined that day

he’s a man without conscience-what can he say.

 


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