My empty stomach begs
I won’t suffer to pay
no scrap or change
or food I say
Just keep drindindrink all night and day
Smoke this herb and cough
Make sure your throat is rough
And don’t forget to drink that shot
It’s spicy liquored laugh
The kind you always loved and liked and lost
There is no need to eat
Amongst party favor treats
And at the end of night,
no complaints
When a vacuum implosion fight
Aimed and dead-of-rights
Up and up
It tastes so sweet
A lesson learned today?
Nah!
Instead ask if you may
Drink and smoke and swallow and squeeze
It’s all good for you
It’s what you need
Lap it up
It tastes so sweet
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2/21/08
I really enjoy reading your poetry. Not to sound cliche, but totally a window into the soul
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Aw, thank you. I really appreciate that. It’s not my most serious one, but I’m glad.
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