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by Chris Sorrenti


the booze shrinks your brain man
haven’t ya heard?
yeah
a real party pooper
gotta have that toke

upamines and downadrines
messin’ with your head
putting ideas inside of there
till ya look like someone else

well
don’t go callin’ for God
when your liver’s in a pickle jar
brain is in the sink

© 1988
Revised © 2016

940 hits as of February 2024

03/05/2016

Posted on 03/05/2016
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/08/16 at 01:12 AM

The intended may not hear the message, from the pickled sounds of this, but it's got to be said. Thanks, Chris. I was wondering about the "60 reads....." comment - is that an automatic counter kind of thing?

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