Poetry Sunday
I know I’m late, but I” drunk. So here it is, the last 3 poems for poetry Sunday.
Drink
I
Am drunk
And there’s
Nothing to be done
What will
You do?
Nothing
Of course nothing…
Shit
Not much
To say
Since there’s nothing
Roommates
Love
Hate
Bastards
Now
What happens
In months
When we
Can’t relate
We become
The best
Of Friends
Oh well
Who
Who are
You
That plagues
My existence
Telling me
Which way
To turn
Ruining things
Please,
Just tell me
What it is
You want to hear.
3:07 a.m.
