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Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
I said yo...let me get two shots of whiskey
so I could drown out my misty eye
cause I just let my heart die...she sat next to me
and said hey...I said yo...she moved closer...
i said whoa..she said yo..I tried to walk away
but she pulled me to stay...what more could i say
but oh no all the headaches I'd have to deal with if I get caught with this **...so I said **** it let's go...
gave her what she needed...satisfaction garunteeded
mission completed...more whiskey to delete it....
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
Just a funny jot....we’ve all been there...lol
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
..My Name Is Pete..

Up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them, my name is Pete...Eh Hem
...i am hopeless romantically driven, living a walking day dream of things gave and given forgave and forgiven, pride stricken but uplifting...mind made from the street my name is Pete, short for Peter, kind hearted but now to the point where if you don't care...I won't care either...improvisioned mind strong that words escape from wrong...my words are mine...written sloppy but revised to be perfectly neat...
my name is Pete...I am poetic artistically gifted me...
it's not clear to see cause I hide it for a bit for my self composed reflection...
my words are mine...they are my sunshine...my turpentine....my intoxicating mind destructive weapon, never letting....
my pen get a break from the constant fast circle motioned shake,
I write words 'til pens break....

up beat down to earth feet planted but not yet on them...eh hem...my name is Pete. my poems are written down to be discrete, I show the chosen few to read the real Pete...the passioned compassionate...hopeless romantically driven...pride stricken...up beat artistically gifted down to earth planting my feet to be on them...eh hem...my name is Pete
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
My introduction
Peter DeSpirito Nov 2019
My air is contaminated by the cigarette smoke that I smoke....walking in the puff clouds makes me choke...though I enjoy it no joke...no money in my pockets cause the habit leaves me broke...calming my nerves destroying my lunges...the excellent taste...the life shortening plunge...I know I’m not wrong when I say that death from it is painful and long...getting weaker...still so strong...though I throw myself into this painful drug...my shoulders I shrug...as I pull and tug...puff and **** my air contaminating cigarette smoke that I smoke...
-Peter T. DeSpirito

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