The man, once.

Once he finished his climb, he sat down.

He visioned himself upright,
in an all class-act of sophistication.

But the poor fella, just continued
to slump against the wall,
dampening his shirt from
the sweat off his back.

A woman walked by and looked away,
as he forgot to remind himself
that he's been drinking, earlier that night.

He completely
forgot the progressions of the night,

forget the facts,
forget the obvious,

that there, is still a bottle in his hand
and there's nothing can change that.

The contents of the bottle
would pour in from yesterday:
fired for stealing money.

Caught for things you really wish you did.

If it wasn't this, it woulda been something else.










dedicated to criminals.