On my seventh glass

Written by: 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.