16/3/11
BEAUTIFUL BRUTE.

Like a snarling dog, you can see his teeth twenty four seven,
Because he’s always angry no matter how much he has,
He’s mad because there’s not enough, he’s mad when there’s too much,
He can’t find a reason to relax but he’s constantly chasing it
with his best friend, the bottle.

Like a bear caught in a trap, you can see the pain twenty four seven,
Because he’s always in such agony despite the so called relief,
He’s hurting because he can’t run and when he runs he trips over his own feet,
He can’t find a reason to really try but he’s constantly chasing sanity
with his best friend, the bottle.

Like a once innocent pup, he has grown into such a beautiful brute,
Because his anger and his pain drives him to do things he never thought,
His hands begin to vent right on her face and as he runs he kicks up dirt in her face,
He can’t find a reason to stop his only true relief but he’s constantly chasing
the innocence he once had

with his best friend,
with his worst enemy,
the bottle.