it was poverty
drove us to drink
piss-poor beer
for hours before
going anywhere.
it was desperation
(camouflaged as variety)
compelled us to pick
whatever chick we could
to do anything she would.
back then i thought i was
a poet, and i drank far
more than i wrote. these days
i write quite a lot
more than i drink. i'm a poet
although i wonder
if anybody knows it.
2 comments:
love it, scott. as always.
Thanks, aigner clark!
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