Right cuspid throbs.
too much whiskey,
I feel every inch of me
erect off the earth.

Wasted time
chasing tail
spending cash
I didn’t have,
for no rest
tomorrow.

Don’t let anyone
tell you
drunk poetry
is justified,
it is simply
the rambling
of someone
who didn't get laid.

02/26/2009

Posted on 02/27/2009
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