Spinning
A raven, so craven;
a bit like a raisen.
Once sweet, now sour
with no source of power.
He stumbles and grumbles;
puking his guts.
Oh man what a drunk...
I better get home.
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2014
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