Chukwukere Timothy

Freshman - 925 Points (27-07-97 / Onitsha north, Anambra state Nigeria)

Worshippers At St. Bottles - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

Come fellowship drunks,
The bottles are cheaper!
Come try another, if there'll be lucks,
There's a bounty on drinker?
Come with your pockets proud
Come to our early service
You can go as many round
If your pockets are serviced.
Sit with your whores next to you,
Come fools! , you had a bad day?
And st. Bottles is cool?
Put a mark on your paths
Surely as the service ends, you'll fall apart,
Hold to your drunks and head amiss.
Come jobless fellow,
St. Bottles has the latest mis'
they'll suck your pockets hollow.
Run from St. Bottles,
Where the grace of liquor never stop flowing,
You can die by these bottles
Like crashing with your eye glowing.
Fools wallowing beer,
Living on bottle necks,
The next we hear,
Is they died reckless.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 21, 2016


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