The glass grates
against my teeth
The beer flows
nicely on down
The rhythm
with time
and metre
goes
against
the flow
but
With a lack
of care or concern
I can break
these *****
little
habits
in order
for me to experience
a sense
of
literary
freedom
Even if
it does
scratch the eyes
and burn the ears
Even if
it never pays
for a mortgage
or
a new car
At least
At the very least
It will distract me
from the torments
of regime
routine
and God awful
reality
Writing really was
the first
and last
noble human invention.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
The glass grates
against my teeth
The beer flows
nicely on down
The rhythm
with time
and metre
goes
against
the flow
but
With a lack
of care or concern
I can break
these *****
little
habits
in order
for me to experience
a sense
of
literary
freedom
Even if
it does
scratch the eyes
and burn the ears
Even if
it never pays
for a mortgage
or
a new car
At least
At the very least
It will distract me
from the torments
of regime
routine
and God awful
reality
Writing really was
the first
and last
noble human invention.
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