Strum, drum, hum-drum life,
Waiting for your next score life.
Pass out on the cold tile floor
drag that musical ore to shore
the shore, the weir
the sand, piss and beer.
Laying down your seat, there's fuck all to eat
He kicks the street
He drags his feet
He slings his guitar
His mind wanders far.
Waiting for his next score life
Waiting for her next score life.
There's a left over butt in the tray.
She's back on display,
through the kitchen door
is she even breathing anymore?
Have another draw
you might feel yourself more,
you're hurting, you're sore.
Write down how you feel
a continuous wheel,
She just can't seem to heal.
Waiting for your next score life.
—Georgia Griffiths
About the Creator
Georgia Griffiths
A passionate individual with a love for culture, music and art. All my writing is based on raw feelings and personal interpretation.
IG - @georgiagriffithssx
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