I can’t write poetry. I have no idea what the fuck I’m saying or doing, but thank God for Steel Reserve and wine. Both beverages help me concoct some pretty interesting rhymes. I’m like a drunk Ja Rule. Either way, for content-sake, I’ll be posting a new poem every Tuesday morning. Here’s my first abysmal failure of a poem. I’ll use my hip-hop skillz to craft some really clever shit next month. I promise:

I use to think that going to VA and GA was the best way.
I left depression and tried to get away.
That’s why I went to the East to see a new day.
She was the one I was trying to spend my life with…
I was the one she was trying to spend the night with.
Four fingers and a thumb on the bottle…
Loved my soul even if my love is full of sorrow…
Look inside my life and you’ll see that I’m hollow.
Why gamble with love when you can have it all, though?
You’re better off playing numbers on the Lotto.
“Live like you might die today” use to be my motto.
I’ve never been a guy built to follow…
But I remember her face: it’s a smile that I use to like.
Now all we do is argue and all we do is fight.
I’m trying to get our love back to where it began on that spring night.
But I can’t because love is senseless and she know’s I’m right.
Your love life is a Wheel of Fortune but you’re not Vanna White.
I’m so senseless.. I lost all senses…
You put up your wall and I put up misogynistic fences.
I’ve got nothin’ if I don’t love you…
Now I’ve got nothin’.
And you never loved YOU.
But I tried… but now I can’t, because you lied.

And I tried.

…even a second time!

…you went from being a love of my life to a rhyme. Here’s your shrine.