Think Not
Oh wisht you were here
Right next to me
So I could bellow ha ha ha
Right along with your tee hee hee
But I drain my next glass
All by my quoted lonesome self
Cuz it’s quite plain
I’m lost somewhere on your I Think Not Shelf
So while the walls
Do there expected half-assed spin
You can find me on my well-mopped floor
With that bemused half-crazed grin
Cuz it’s quite plain
I’m lost somewhere on your I Think Not Shelf
So I’ll enjoy that next red wine glass
All by my now rocknroll lonesome self
Turn It Up
Posted on September 15, 2015, in Poem and tagged good cheer, good company, intoxicated, laughing, lonesome, lost love, merlot, over indulging, pity party, rejection, rock and roll. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Kitt
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