The Drink Took Her In

Will she sleep out under the stars,

Tonight,

Or crash in some sweet

Talker's bed?...

...The smell of leather, and 

Motor oil...

...Goes quick...

Taking one to the head.

...Will she wrap her thin 

Frame

'round that drained

Piece of glass?...

...The drink took her in,

Now the shit 

From her past

Returns in bit pictures

That only she knows.

...The drink took her in,

Now she keeps bringing more

Of her ill luck 

To play;

'cuz the storm's here

In spades!...

...And the dark from

The skies 

Starts to enter

Her eyes...

The drink took her in...

...Now there's nothing

To hide.

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2017

Bunny Villaire