completely drunk, drunk completely com drunk pletely ob liv ious the buzz the numbness, occasionally REALITY (I love you honey!) bursting IN (Come here Sweetie Pie) as I float com Pletey Ob livious to the Ruth, Truth, Tooth did I say that Already? My life, HELLO? My sweety pie is grown? Swallowing this truth, I reach instead for another sip This freedom I think I feel, I float, enjoy Completely, pletely? Unaware, of The dungeon I am in.
Chandre, 2007
*This poem was written when I took part in a group called Word Expo, basically using the weekly words to write something, I used all the words below except goitre (only because I forgot, would have still fit in this poem) * drunk * dungeon * float * goitre * swallowing * truth