Posted by zenhussy on June 26, 2003, at 22:21:53
for others
still others write for money
while I write under the covers
i am prickly as a cactus
and bitter as wormwood
absinthe was the green maiden
whose craze was misunderstooddistilling this beautiful beverage
is quite the challenging task
but one must do what one must
to keep filled the vital flaskdrinking is the ends
to the means that matter not
it is only because
I lack the necessary pothow funny it is that so many
tonight are drinking too
they contact me and ask for things
that I would love to domy disease keeps me from this reality
my disease rules my time and space
my disease is running rampant
all over the frickin placepoetry is not my forté
words make no sense to me
this isn't my format or choice
but put out there for all to seethe drinkers are uniting
we stand so falsely tall
our masks slip off when boozy
at night we are truly smallI did not think they would find me
but one by one they did
all men who find me funny
and them I find so glibI pale in comparison to their abilities
and their strengths
I fall so short of meeting
their standards or their ranksI am but an outsider
looking in on what is real
but is it truly truth
or just another spiel?so once again this nonsense
takes more space from the server
my bottle empties out
and my words grow swervier and swervierrhyme
reason
none what so all
matters not to me
for I'm stuck here until the fall
poster:zenhussy
thread:237386
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