A poet walks into a bar, drinking
already drunk and dizzily
searching for her muse
at the bottom of a fifth of Jack
or a six-pack of label-peeled beers
Stop Me if You've Heard this One
Posted by
Stepfanie
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Labels: 1st , 2012 , comedic timing , drinking poem , July , morning commute , poem , poetical thought , poetry , unfinshed
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