with plenty of whiskey
 
these are the nights i take 
my night time medicine 
with plenty of whiskey
 
no one likes the fucker that 
overstays his damn welcome
 
i see the evil eyes when i'm 
out in public, the whispers 
as i walk by
 
one day they'll get to see the 
monster they believe me to be
 
though i'm sure they will be 
disappointed
 
everyone else has been
 
my father could never bring 
himself to say he loves me
 
chose to die instead
 
my mother does it out of guilt
 
my sister has moved on
 
any chance for a lover was pissed 
away so many years ago
 
and i have no fucking interest in 
dying old and alone
 
i'm sure there is some gutter out 
west with my name on it
 
a concrete pillow, a pet rat
 
and a random needle with just 
enough to see me through
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the best kind of neighbor
 
six days before christmas
the guy across the street
decided it was time
 
he took his gun to the 
basement and shot 
himself in the head
 
i have no clue if there 
was problems with the 
job or money or the 
family, etc.
 
some people argue 
that makes me a 
bad neighbor
 
i tend to think i'm 
the best kind of 
neighbor
 
i help when asked
 
wave when waved at
 
and most of the time
 
i simply mind my own
fucking business