I feel like the man cub Mowgli
As I don’t live around anyone that knows
me
I understand it was our choice not to
live nearer
But I'm miles away from my Baloo and
Bagheera
On days off the streets I roam
Trying to put off drinking alone
Even if I wanted, no friend can I call
To join me in drinking beer and watching
football
A man is only as good as the friend he
chooses
The food he eats and the places he boozes
So I'll look around once again as the
streets I pillage
One day make my way back into the man
village
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