There is nothing more appealing the bad habits and long hours spent alone creating them.

I paid every due, and now saw more troubles with new pleasures arise by the second.

 

I still remained a social outcast.

I didn’t run after approval but I didn’t shy

away from the attention either.

 

Praise much like a cigarette after sex doesn’t last long , but is simply the icing upon the cake .

If you crave it constantly you lose sight of the moment .

 

Forever chasing that happy ending .

 

Take a deep drag and illuminate the moment and never get lost in more than what it  truly is.

 

Smoke them while you got them.

Then hack up a lung with regret.

 

I never did care much for people .

But on occasion I didn’t mind sharing my vices .

Bio: John Patrick Robbins is a barroom poet and editor and chief of both the Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers. His work has appeared in Ariel Chart, The Mojave River Review , Red Fez, The San Pedro River Review , Romingos Porch, Inbetween Hangovers , Angry Old Man Magazine , Horror Sleaze Thrash , Academy Of The Heart And Mind , Piker Press, Spill The Words , Synchronized Chaos. His work is always unfiltered.