Poetry: How did I get here? - by Cassandra Hilton

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by Cassandra Hilton

Created on: September 29, 2007

Look over, look over
Another brown bottle to be exchanged for deposit at the end of the week
Look over, there's another pile of cigarettes for the dumpster to devour
Moreover, there is the last two addictions you have yet to conquer
And ain't it so tough, ain't it so hard?
Just put it down, god damnit, just don't withdraw the money
But the television commercials don't they make it so much easier to just given in?
And music makes it easy, and sex makes it easy, and people make it so damn easy
To just walk to the counter and say those memorized words
Budweiser and Marlboros, that'll be all for tonight.

God damnit.

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