(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
