The ballad of Barry.

Long greasy hair.
Trench coat wearer.
Cigarette stained finger tip's.
Freshly urinated pant's.
No hope, no direction.
Judgemental glare's.



Poetry by stophercromwell
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Written on 2011-04-16 at 06:18

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This was my college roommate, you must have known him. He came to a bad end, and young.
2011-04-16