412 B , The Drunk - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
THE drunk has intercourse with
his booze, his old man face is
flush, and his feet shuffle like a
duck on the beach.
THE drunk looks at the ocean,
funny he thinks, this is not enough
to drink...still ill take it.....
THE drunk strips his clouths off, like
the skin on a tree, this is a cold
slumber he thinks, still, i would not
have it any other way.
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