To Poetry Drunk
Poem for Day 053 – 20150224
To poetry drunk is an interesting affair
the origins of such even more so,
perhaps it was the hour, day, or minute,
all that it doesn't matter when the I'm drunken.
A bottle of wine, a quatrain of words,
such is the fruit of imbibing pursuits,
spew the words of poetry extraneous
and hold forth the actual vomitous.
Tip the cup, before it is empty,
imbibe the beverage, fermented so fine.
Write some more poetry, string it along,
drink another cup, drink some more.
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