I can see clearly now my troubles are gone,
drinking some alcohol for all aching pains,
Removing the hidden scars from my face,
Starting my morning with a cube & few ice,
Answering no calls,
Feeling so awful,
drinking eases the pain,
To my loved ones I can't afford to be harmful.
Drinking with the aim,
Satellite cant find me I am so lost,
Out in space like a golf ball,
Jetson you are fired,
No Mr. Spacey I am my own boss,
Living like Garth Bale.
Rocking side to side,
tipsy,
Is the alcohol or gravity
lost in Space.
In paradise right now,
Palm trees provides the shades,
cigar in mouth,
Ray Charles mood,
clear sky
Umbrella in glass. Dark shades.
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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