A Soul Navigating The Stream Poem by Paul Brookes
A Soul Navigating The Stream
humanities not all it's cracked up to be
the hangover of last nights debauch hangs heavy,
the Muse grins in the corner smug
teetering between satisfaction and pain, great night I think,
intoxication is not alcoholic, no food, too much of,
a metaphorical surfeit of lampreys
but I survived unlike king John, what ever happened to him?
maybe if he'd had coffee he would have made it.
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