Jaded by these lonesome years,
troubled by encumbering tears
drunk by too many beers
face and trunk all full of rears
he was a high school senior messed up by his peers.
Everyday his death drew near,
but save from going downhill was to see ‘er.
He was her darling, and she his dear
One day when things were full of tear
They fucked in the moonlight clear
and later they bore each other’s dear
A father in his senior year
His girlfriend full of fear
Slit her throat with a shear
His everything went down up to here
He had nothing to live for, nowhere near
and in the same moonlight where they fucked,
he jumped off a bridge carrying all his
depressions, angers, and fears.
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