Poundin' The Poetry

            Here's a new segment called, "Poundin' The Poetry". It's where I try to flex my poetic muscles and try to write. Berate me all you want if some of this doesn't look to rhyme. I honestly don't care at this point.

Tin cans, you're my only friend,
The reason why my life doesn't end.
Tin cans, you're my only friend,
The reason why I don't break, but bend.
Stuck in a 9-5 job that don't pay rich,
Stuck married to a bitch.
Should I end it all?
If I try to, will I have the gall?
That's where you come in,
Jack, Jim Beam, Miller, and Heineken.
Make me forget my issues and woes,
Make me forget my feelings that are low.
Tin cans, you're my only friend,
The reason why my life doesn't end.
Tin cans, you're my only friend,
The reason why I ignore the ties that don't mend.