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THe DrUnKeN POeT. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet
I was on my seventh glass
of wine and I said to my self.....
A person that seeks only to
make them self understood,
but does not attempt
to understand another,
has a mind that is rotten.
It has spoiled because of
its selfishness and pride.
Thus they will never see
the world for what it truly is.
There imagination is black and white.
They are blinded even in the day.