I'M Gonna Need a Transplant
A sip of whisky, a little nipsky-
for my liver this is risky!
Cirrhosis bound, by ultrasound,
but still I feel a little frisky
Does it matter, when to Death are shackled,
and we join earth's Kings and Queens?
Time, the force, we cannot battle-
I've seen it in my Dreams!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2014
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