I been drinkin'...I been drinkin'.
Two shots for the pain_
This hands of mines craft such beauteous stanza and lines, but without A pretty dime I fear it's all in vain.
I been drinkin'...two shots of whiskey _better yet, an Old Fashion hold The rock
A penniless poet and a pen full of pain_ don't forget my two shots.
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Drunken Man's Woe
Poetry"Drunken Man's Woe" is akin to distilled whiskey; its raw emotion will intoxicate you with sullen stanzas. Each poem reeks with this infectious yearning...this hulking devotion that burns hotter than the sun. Grab yourself a cup and take a sip of a...
