Refrain
Insane,
deranged,
when high on cane.
I must refrain
from corrupting my brain.
Like this..
I have a lisp,
drunk and I miss,
My Latin barbie doll.
I feel small
insignificant and all,
a pea sized rain drop,
solo I fall...
I pick up my cell phone
call thy booty call.
only to stall,
my heart-ache.
Jared Pickett
11/17/09
Asavvy1
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment