(a/n): Here you go guys, second installment. Thank you so much for all the reviews! I'm glad you liked the poetry. I've got plenty more jackiehyde poems if you guys are interested. Please review!


A penny for his thoughts

Forty ounces for his sorrows

He's got a grudge against tomorrow

So he lives in yesterday

Pinned up against his liar

Through his skin his drink perspires

He thinks

Go.

No, don't go.

Go.

The room is thick with tired smoke

He swallows his faith and coughs and chokes

Strapped down in chains

By what could be

The road to her is straight and narrow

Her beaten path is calm and careful:

A lovely trap for a rambler

Oh what would've been, Oh what could've been, Oh what will never be