That Raging Faceless Whore

There was little more than boredom and a rumor of a war.

And 2 days of the weekend, I just didn’t know what for.

So I searched for deeper meaning, as I nodded off to sleep.

And took it all as gratitude for the lessons were not cheap.

I remember when I used to drink and that raging faceless whore.

The party that was out of reach and the need for just one more.

I took it to the limits of, I nearly lost my mind.

There were bruises and concussions and lost keys I’d never find.

Now I suffer from the Boredom, but the pain it isn’t long.

I still don’t suffer fools too well and can admit when I am wrong.

Dennis Mantin

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