Empty pockets

I overspent my cash on drugs

And overdid those too, again

my pockets empty like the bag

I should not have smoked two, with friends

I undermine my bank account

By overdrawing funds

Another dreamer put his lips

Around the barrel of a gun

Real poets never closed their eyes

To what they thought was true

And if one day both my lids are shut

I‘ll marvel at the view

And I‘ll watch from yonder pitch-black realm

The same mistakes be made, for years

By men who‘ll do it all for love

Betrayed, they‘ll trade their friends for fear