blame it on the killer eggs

15 12 2007

Diner Diner burning bright
sober beacon
drunken night.

Java Java steaming hot
swore I wouldn’t
drink a lot.

Eggs Eggs slimy soft
all too soon
I send aloft.

Run Run for the door
retch my innards
to the floor.

Wake Wake tormented head
sweating gin
wish I were dead.

 

with apologies to William Blake

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2 responses

17 12 2007
AscenderRisesAbove

now there is a poem i never thought i would hear from you!! thanks for the chuckle!

18 12 2007
qazse

Hey Ascender – oh yeah, I’ve had my share of youthful indiscretions. Do I come off as a goodie goodie?

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