Poetry Stew

Poetry stew. My poetry stew has ingredients of goo The ass end of a warm drink The chaser for an anti depressant capsule A five o' clock shadow A hangover and panic attacks The tears of a psychiatrist Blood from the hands of an ugly poet A terrified suicide A kiss never sober New York City blues and a trip to a toilet after every drink A friendly goodbye A stool at the bar with your faith written all over it Cum soaked napkins that turn yellow like your dying skin Pathetic messages from people who don't know what you've been through My fellow punks and beats, modern day philosophers A strait jacket that fits A functioning psychotic A poet with messy hair who hates his reflection Get me out of here The lovely taste of a depressed man Everyone gets a shot Everyone gets a taste Everyone can have a drink Enjoy or be sane.