Give me another' I had said once again. The bartender replied with 'I can't do that, man' I grab my keys I stumble I open the door I grumble Can't find the pedals Can't find the wheel I don't have enough To afford a meal My wife hates me My kids fear me Say I'm an addict. I agree. The rain pours harder I curse at the wind A thought goes through my head 'Why not make this the end' So with all my might And all of my strength I spin the wheel right There's no road left, there is no length. But instead of a ravine, Hill or valley. My vehicle goes straight into an alley. The car hits a boy, Maybe eleven of age. And that's why I'm here... In this desolate cage.
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