Why God Made Honky Tonk Angels.

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So I dine with my friends,
Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline
As they sing out their tunes of true sorrow
I never hesitate to sing along
Knowing only more pain will come tomorrow

The burning of my ears
Can only increase my fears
That someone somewhere
Knows what causes these endless tears

I swallow this poetic elixir
And follow it with a cyanide chaser
Lick my lips, close my eyes
And taste what is now lost

I consult with Mr. Hemingway
The issues that plague me night and day.
Inquiring to Miss Dickinson
“How do I stop pain that lies within?”

So I pen a simple poem
Hidden, yet true
Creative, yet trite
To give thanks to Robert Browning
For all along he was right