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at risk drunken conversations

by Lauren Singer

you keep drinking whiskey like that,
like there's no such thing as spins
or bends, you're going to talk too fast
inside a no-exit hole
and flap your lips
on topics we're not supposed to know.

and no one will stop you,
and then everyone will understand in the morning
if they were sober enough to remember
the night before.

they'll understand that there's reason
why you never get laid even though
you easily could and why you don't wear shorts.

and let me tell you,
that shit's awkward.

07/19/2006

Posted on 07/19/2006
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Frank Lee on 08/15/07 at 10:11 PM

i'm a big whiskey drunk myself...it's like this poem was written about me. i especially like the first stanza.

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