Familiar NightsA Poem by willmjspencerOn the table that night, They had numerous drinks, Both spilt on the table And into their eager mouths. The cups strewn about Signified their higher state. We all know it: a state of Drunken pride and the sense That everyone is out to Get you. But that’s childish, For their haze enabled Them from seeing through Their vodka induced ego. A familiar picture Followed: alcohol induced Consciousness making Decisions they’ll regret the Following morning. © 2018 willmjspencer |
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