This is my third bottle, my seventeenth swig and half my cup empty half full, leading my audiences eyes towards my pudenda, watch as I spat another joke and none laugh at what they didn't get but at what they intend to get they laugh at. I am now renown, famously decorated to suit the image they made of me, I am known for not what I wish to get but what they get to wish. I am destroyed, broken, owned by many, but none to claim me, I am, "drunk".
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
