Rum And Lottery Poem by Zephi Henry
Rum And Lottery
Rum and lottery everyday
and night if I'm paid.
Numb lips and face,
Mouth salivate.
Charred lungs and chest pain.
Bruised, burnt and loose skin.
Dogs, mice and pitiful eyes been,
staring at me when I'm sleeping.
Two notes for dignity,
Sins to hold sanity.
Null the pain for me.
One million if the nine was a three.
Write comment. Good start, Zephi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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5/20/2024 2:44:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is such a raw poem about a raw subject for many, and you penned it well. Keep writing! Two notes for dignity, Sins to hold sanity. Null the pain for me. One million if the nine was a three - I love these lines, thank you for sharing! ! - EN :)