?

i have not the words
to speak, stuck
and speechless as I
ponder what you said

there is never a good reason
to speak in drunken tongues
illogical arguments stained
by vodka's dispostion

changeable like a billboard
you decide to advertise
yourself as practical, caring even
but when torn down,
all that's left is the metal
shell of a damaged soul

irrevocably broken, a sinister
cracked version of what could
have been a real man