Rookie for the Game

Like the rookie night before the game,

Unsure of the road ahead,

In my uneasiness I pour,

The thoughts out of my head,

A sip here and a dabble there,

Enough to throw me off,

I know for sure tomorrow,

My coach will yell and scoff,

I know the big game is coming,

But I party anyways,

The whole time thinking,

Of all my wasted days,

And I know tomorrow morning,

When the coach calls for me to play,

I will be to drunk and stupid,

To really cease this day,

The pine will be my ride,

And I will sit there for eternity,

Sore from the jagged grain,

Angry at the damnation’s certainty…

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