Is there a glimmer of hope for even the maddest dope?
Throw me a rope.
I walk across, at a loss.
The line is tight, alright, all night.
No safety net.
Not on your Nelly, you bet.
I’ll get there yet.
Where is there, it is not here, I’m only here for the beer.
Give me no push or shove, I search for love.
14th July, 2017