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This dream was so real... The Man The Legend The Legendary Drunk Poet Hisself Asks to see my poetry Tells me to bring wine *Dont Forget the wine ************ So I drive over in my El Camino & Bellbottoms Only I’ve got a can of Fruit Punch 12% Alcohol Instead of a bottle of wine As Hank requested you have to make the reader jump off the cliff with you in your first line, otherwise there’s no point sip good God! What is this?! I’m thinking he’s gonna be furious But he takes a deep pull Knocks out half a can Looks at it Fruit Punch eh? I show him my stuff. He likes it. Some of it. No more poetry for the day man. Say, let’s go to the beach. Huntington or Hermosa. Grab another can or two of this amazing concoction I tell him they have it in Lemonade Peach Black Cherry...he lets out a smile burp It smells like Fruit Punch *Well Come On ********** He talk in rhyme the rest of the day...n just like his words have told me about souls The free one is rare...but you know it when you’re around one because you feel great and beautiful yourself when you’re near one
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
Me, Bukowski, and a 12% alcohol can of Four Loko
This dream was so real... The Man The Legend The Legendary Drunk Poet Hisself Asks to see my poetry Tells me to bring wine *Dont Forget the wine ************ So I drive over in my El Camino & Bellbottoms Only I’ve got a can of Fruit Punch 12% Alcohol Instead of a bottle of wine As Hank requested you have to make the reader jump off the cliff with you in your first line, otherwise there’s no point sip good God! What is this?! I’m thinking he’s gonna be furious But he takes a deep pull Knocks out half a can Looks at it Fruit Punch eh? I show him my stuff. He likes it. Some of it. No more poetry for the day man. Say, let’s go to the beach. Huntington or Hermosa. Grab another can or two of this amazing concoction I tell him they have it in Lemonade Peach Black Cherry...he lets out a smile burp It smells like Fruit Punch *Well Come On ********** He talk in rhyme the rest of the day...n just like his words have told me about souls The free one is rare...but you know it when you’re around one because you feel great and beautiful yourself when you’re near one
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EricKazmin_77
40/M/Southwest
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
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