I spent the night drunk
isn't it gross?
I could have been in your arms
instead
I wrapped my lips in liquor
it all swept me away
funny
you used to do that

I Feed

It's time
long long past time
I bared my teeth
and ate meat

blood red wine
feasting time
crunchy music
and tasty tunes

open wide
flee or flight
chomp down
hunger unbound

and now is the time
to end this rhyme
because

I need to feed
I really really need to feed

so please
heed my warning
and jump on your steed

because
it's time

long long
past time

I feed

Hello poetry is under attack
it's a very sad tack
but yet I have faith
that there is a trace
of mad computer skills
and the will
for the programers to save
our special page
of wonder
before it is torn asunder
by gobley ****
written by insane crooked kooks
I truly have faith
hopefully I don't have to wait

(As for the attackers be ashamed)

My friend cut his hair.
Many weeks ago.
His hair was long,
But now it's short,
Much shorter than before.

My friend cut his hair.
It's softer to the touch.
I pat his head,
A gentle tap,
He didn't like it much.

My friend cut his hair.
It used to hide his eyes.
I see them both,
Like pretty jewels,
No longer in disguise.

My friend cut his hair.
It makes him different now.
His eyes light up,
His smiles are warm,
As warm as he'll allow.