Best Grr Poems

crish crash there goes moms last glass
mothers going to be mildly pissed off
i broke the last thing that gets her off
i could say my sister did it
but she wouldn't believe that
and she would know it was me
and she would pick up the glass she did...

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GRR I said. it’s what I needed.
The bartender nodded, he has been here before.
Divorce? He asked me.
Death? Someone in the hospital?
I did not respond.

Took my GRR to the corner and leaned back.
She was bubbly and refreshing, he had garnished her too.
Two carnations nestled at the...

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