Queen Of The Night Time World Poem by S. Wesley Mcgranor

Queen Of The Night Time World



Get drunk
Get high
regret is nigh.

After the rape by genetics
of environment
and your compromised self.

To the psyche
that you share
with those stolen underwear.
Puke... Surrender to the night.

Next day illusive as you
should be somber
contemplating
new diets, clothing fashion, and small lunch.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Hogg 18 February 2021

Loved the exit. Always a tricky manoeuvre.

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