The band dismembered ‘Twist & Shout’
I was munching on some wings
as hair upon my arm stood out
“Man that coating stings!”
A swig of amber goodness made
me groggily carefree
enough to count each timber laid
in the floor geometry.
“Bartender please decant some more
to chase this chicken down,
I can’t taste, my lips are sore
it’s time for all my woes to drown.”
***since inspiration has been hard to find lately I decided to play jigsaw poem. Just click here to find out how***
Are You Reading Me?
no mas
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