Poem: I never write drunk

I never write drunk

Why is the ceiling spinning?
And my legs don't listen.
I got all kind of crazy ideas:
I really need to see a bear
I've never seen a bear.
I only see beer.
And when I get home
I fight with my arm to put
my key
in the keyhole.

A lots of beer I see.

My criteria drops heavily
Lots of girls come up.
I wouldn't look at them
usually.

I'm feeling Bukowskiish
But I stay away from my pen.
Cause you see:
I love to get drunk
and I feel great when I am.
But I can't think great.
My thoughts mix in strange ways
my paper can't take.
And when I make my paper do it
receive empty thoughts
Next day I feel ashamed
I made him do what he don't want.
Sorry,
my friend.
I'll never write drunk again.
I promise. <3

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gg.zaino 5 years ago from L'America

Thanx for the write my friend- job well done.

i too have consumed vast quantities of the stuff...

you're correct - writing needn't always be sober but the writer ought be,

peace my friend- here's to Hank!

greg


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Minnetonka Twin 5 years ago from Minnesota

Ha-too funny-sure you weren't tippin a few on this one. LOL

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