by Andrea Tadpole
Sitting here
Listening to some old timer blather
Just wish he'd shut up
Sit down
Put a sock in his mouth
He's a liar
A fraud
Sure not a winner
Always preying
On young girl beginners
What the Hell
Did he ignore the steps
Fucking sicko
I'd like to wring his neck
Years of sobriety
Dont mean shit
When one never
Changes the way
That they live
Guess the lesson
I've learned is
How not to be
Real in a meeting
Fuck it
I'm outa here
I'm done
Walking away
Before I vomit
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