Ode to NyQuilA Poem by JR DarewoodThis one is self-explanatory
Oh NyQuil,
how doth I love thee! My poetry hath not the words: a meager ablution that is but a distant echo of my true affections. Thy cherry flavor doth electrify my senses a symphony of narcotic sweets like ambrosia of the gods or Mad Dog 20/20 mixed with ketamine. My fingers doth lovingly caress the stalwart surface of thy shatter-proof plastic. Thy nighttime vigilance doth comfort when all others hath abandoned me to my springtime leprosy. Oh NyQuil, dearest NyQuil thy "Nighttime Relief" to make "my bedtime my best time" are merely banal words that cannot bespeak the heavenly bliss of your precious gift of comatose oblivion. © 2013 JR DarewoodAuthor's Note
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Added on March 25, 2013Last Updated on March 27, 2013 Tags: NyQuil, comas, sleeping, cold from hell AuthorJR DarewoodLos Angeles, CAAboutWriting is really the greatest release. It teaches you to take notice of the depth of the world around you and channel it into new insights you want to share with the world. I love it. BTW: I turne.. more..Writing
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