My drunken poem
Of my drunk in words
Of forgotten lovers
And digested Hurts
Of braided problems
And stark white Lies
My corduroyed worries
As my wonder dies
The seams start ripping
As my thoughts unwind
Too much vino
Leave me over wined
A local train
On an expres track
Emotional vommit
That you can't take back
Hopeless insurrection
Of a partial plan
The scatterd topography
Of where I'll land
Of pickup artists
And screaming babies
Of hot pink expression
And exponential maybes
Those ugs and snuggies
A type of discomforts opposition
Regardless, leaves us all
In the very same position
Of Jacked up Daniels
And Grey Goosed asses
Over Jim Beaming perfection
All of it, an aspirin for the masses
-RTB
