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Strum, Drum, Hum-Drum Life

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By Georgia GriffithsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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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

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Georgia Griffiths

A passionate individual with a love for culture, music and art. All my writing is based on raw feelings and personal interpretation.

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