HAPPY HOURA Poem by Mauricio MontoyaHave a drinkHappy hour Night scene at a night club Clatter chatter of endless words As I Approach the counter The bartender gives me a glass Slowly, but surely, I quickly down it for another. Hoping I can control. The insanity of every action, Now that I’ve had too many
Knowing one is never enough. Rarely do I see doubles. How lucky can I get, this for the price of one. You know I’m on a roll As soon as I hit the floor I’m no longer in good standing. as I’ve lost all hope. Until I have another drink. That keeps the door,
revolving. When will it all end. If Only I could close it And give the key to god.
By Mauricio Montoya © 2012 Mauricio MontoyaAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on May 11, 2010 Last Updated on December 21, 2012 AuthorMauricio Montoyaoakland, CAAboutLove to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..Writing
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