- Published:October 5th, 2008
- Comments:3 Comments
- Category:Drunken Poetry, Loony Bin
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Welcome back! Hopefully you're feeling a little tipsy and are ready to post some drunken ranting. Cheers!
complementing thrice just won’t suffice
it’s not as nice as vincent price
whose noise of voice ran
short of torte and south of port
Lay my thoughts where I lie, but don’t let me die. I’ll just gyre and gimble in the wabe. Don me my boots, I’m much to flay’d
to do it myself
mind you, the fuck-up-boots
i’ll need them soon
