Drank Poem by Butch Decatoria

Drank



Curiosity was killing cats
especially when Prohibition says
that cats ain't gone scratch...?
Uh huh, feverish she is.
Now Ms. kitty is on
the tin roof
On fire!
Itchy's whining, scratchy's moaning
Howling
at the full moon's
reflection on the
Mississippi,
Damn thirsty for
some Drank!

Drank
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: drink,poetry
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Butch Decatoria

Butch Decatoria

Olongapo City, Philippines
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