Tiki DoldrumsA Poem by Alex Borst
Woke up on a raft in a motel pool
Booze ran out, I threw a tantrum or two Punched at the sky 'til it turned black and blue Manager Greg says "Go back to your room" Phone keeps ringing, I turn off the sound
World keeps turning, I lie on the ground
I had my turn, but I turned it down
I found myself where I can't be found © 2019 Alex Borst |
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Added on August 16, 2019 Last Updated on August 16, 2019 Author
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