Drunken Muse Date Raped:
Gives Birth To Out Of Wedlock Poem
Tonight the poems come
Like the girls who fall
over with their legs in the air.
Sometimes the poems come
quick as a school boy on prom night
Drunk on sweet wine, another sordid stain
Added to a rented tux.
It’s like that when you’re young
The opportunities to share
A little death are rare.
Everything comes hard and fast
But, no matter how fucked up you feel
At that moment savor it because
That’s as good as it’s gonna get.
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