Craving Blindness
She says I'm perfect
to some degree.
Doesn't really sound
like me.
Too much symbolism
gonna give me an embolism
Or something similarly severe.
Ain't it clear exactly how
badly I need a beer?
I stumbled up here from the rear.
Lemme tell ya:
it's pretty fair back there.
But, these damned sharers
of air have proven to be
quite the snare.
Punish them or wilt in
comfortable obscurity?
Doesn't really sound
like me.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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