Writers And Bottles
Oh how marvellous
It is to
Write and drink
Your guts out,
How scary
They say
With
One
Hand on their
Chest
Looking
In pure
Disgust
Like
A
Prophet
Sending
A wrong
Message,
They look much
Better that
Way
Because
They love
Eating,
Raving
Drinking
When in
Desperation
And swinging,
Yes swinging!
They put
On their
Cheap suit,
With a slightly
Ripped
Trouser
And a fake glasses,
They swing
Words to their
Way
Women in tattered
Tight to
Their
Way
Cats
And the
Big boys
Gambling
To their way
After few weeks
House is
A
Mess
Typewriter
Is
A
Mess
The blue
Fashionless
Cotton
Is a big mess,
The big boys
Are breaking
Bad
In pure
Rage to
Get back
Their loan,
Women
Who love
Their words
And their
Bed more
Could not
Help
Words
Would certainly
Not help
But drinks
Could help
Send them
Back
To
Heaven.
(2015)
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