Go On A Binge Poem by Lev Brekhman

Go On A Binge



You were, of course, drinking.
You were, of course, horny.
Both states are slinky
And lead to greatest mourning.
Betrayal of your wife
May seem a chancy error.
But…you were too ready - rife!
Drink hence issuing terror.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking
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