Eyesores

Some people coast through their lives

like an untreated eyesore

never bothering to look back

unaware of the rubble in their wake

always defensive, always equivocate

these are the same people

who drink whiskey from a plastic cup

and then wonder, out loud

why nobody loves them

and whether there will be

more than nine people

attending their funeral?

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