Gutter Picks

Every time I see you,
You lose more of your credibility.
And you say I've remained authentic.
But nothing stops you from enjoying,
Gutter picks!
And you wish that I keep a faith in you.
What would be my reason?
To share more lows with you...
Than you share my highs?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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