Drunk and Maudlin

As I was walking home from the bar I was writing in my head a whole fucking whine about what the fuck do I have to be thankful for. Then I walked past this old folk's home that has a little overhang and there's a homeless person sleeping under it. Even when I want to feel sorry for myself I can't because there's always someone who has it worse. It is my Voltaire! given right to feel sorry for my lonely ass self during the holidays. Dammit! (I also just almost totally choked myself on the roast beef I'm eating)