Once,
Long ago
I heard that
The sky strikes scribbled tomes
For a bit of dancing
And wine after nightfall
Shatter
Jolt
Plunk
And
Crumble.
I wonder if this is the way
That the heavens intended
Rotting therapeutic confection
and fizz.
My face, distorted
Reflected in carbonate
Pour me another
Come on, bartender
Nourish our souls
‘til we fumble
And
Fall.
wasted hammered drinking high intoxicated crunk smashed pissed shitfaced stoned trashed plastered hangover tipsy sloshed tanked buzzed blitzed hungover wrecked inebriated
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 2:14 PM
Tags: Bored, Poems, Randomness
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