Come all ye for creative writing, drunken porch monkey talk, sobriety talk, music, odd and weird historical shit. What have you. From high brow to low brow
I'm grateful for this chair I'm grateful for this pen Ideas seem to disappear But they exist they'll come again
I'm grateful getting older Though I don't feel quite grown up yet I'm grateful still relatable In progression d'effet
I'm grateful for all the drugs I used Lucky didn't get hooked on dope I'm grateful never liked needles But sure there's damage to my nose
I'm grateful I don't gamble much My addictive personality I'm grateful poker's just for fun With bills from Monopoly
I'm grateful unemployment's flagged I'm grateful rehab has few needs Miss my well paying position But if I had cash I'd prolly flee
I'm grateful I'm not stuck in jail And my family sends me smokes I'm grateful to be leaving soon But a halfway house ain't home
I'm grateful blood work's normal And I can't see my liver's size I'm grateful don't have cravings It's been forty days tonight
I'm grateful for lovers and dry spells Though I'm not sure I've been in love I'm grateful for a break from news Still point out programming's propaganda
I'm grateful for the friends I made I'm grateful I'm not dead May not always stay sober But it'd be great to come again
