Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

        What happens when you stare out there
                      And the drawer is bare
                  The tree is dead by design
       He drinks alcohol to get through the day
         His knowledge is about as crucial as
                       A bowel movement
                  It's the slowest day of all
      When you watch the clock on the wall
You hear it turn, you hear it burn your life away
                 You try to save yourself
             But you always die in the end.
  

Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas