Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson Sep. 13, 2012 My Poetry on PoetrySoup Stinking Thinking Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./ What moisten the soul without an inkling?/ Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./ Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley, Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./ How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/ Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/ Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./ As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./ Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./ Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./ So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/ When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it. That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed. Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup God Bless.