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