Persona Undecided

Whom shall I be today? I've not the slightest clue A child with his toys to play, Or someone else--brand new? A brat to never be forgiven: To never see the sights of Heaven; Never join my Christian brethren? Oh, I pray it isn't true! You, kindly nurse, my lips, please moisten With whisky rye; I've picked my poison

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Delysia Hendricks

Date: 10/26/2013 2:21:00 PM

I know this is supposed to be a sad read but I see a funny side to it. Maybe I need a doctor? Now I set me down to dine a // a plate o' tates; a tot o' wine // you have the tates; I'll have the tot // not near enough; I need a bot // but please not wine and neither tea // could you spare some rye whiskey?

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 10/26/2013 3:09:00 PM

Love your poetic replies, D. You always amuse me. Thanks for stopping by and for the review :)

Destiny Jordan

Date: 9/13/2013 7:17:00 AM

I love this poem :) very wonderous indeed!

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/13/2013 10:00:00 AM

Compliments very much appreciated, Destiny :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/11/2013 9:07:00 AM

This is excellent, sad but excellent none the less.

Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 9/11/2013 11:53:00 AM

Thanks, Richard. You know me: ol' sad sack and "Gloomy Gus" lol. I can poke fun at myself because I know the sense of melancholy permeates many of my pieces. I appreciate the feedback; hope you are well :)