Dark Liquor poem 4 of 4 .
These men cry too
They cry with each sip that burns from their bourbons
Hennessy oh Hennessy where did she go?
With her big brown booty and her pretty brown glow
he bled her vessel empty.
On a long road, his path burns before him
Hennessy oh Hennessy where did she go?
With her big brown booty and her pretty brown glow
he bled her vessel empty.
On a long road, his path burns before him
No longer are you a man by the stance of your feet but by the bulk of your chest.
Your liquor as dark as your vices, and darker than your women.
where do you cry?
Are the tears dried up at the end of your empty 6th glass?
where do you cry?
Are the tears dried up at the end of your empty 6th glass?
The tears of a man are held underneath the top layer of his skin, only to be shaved away.
False manhood is built in false mentalities and untaught lessons never received.
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