The Drinking Cherita Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The Drinking Cherita



The Drinking Cherita

I have one shot and fly.

After the second shot I rise high
and when I have a third one

I become a levitating pig
and it's that hog that empties
bottoms up the Vodka bottle.

Wednesday, October 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: archiving
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