at first
youre okay with it.
push off, men;
the grog swigs sweet.
swimming, seasick
sloshing from can
to canteen
you should have stayed on shore
not left it.
she saw your slurring
through white-tailed eyes.
her top popped off
with the crack and rush
you know.
you gulped it down.
our only resistance
residue from cans
coming in drops
we
should
not
have
done
that
leaving in puddles
soaking your socks
you should have peeled off the wet
not stand in it.
she saw your recanting
through chopped-onion eyes.
her thoughts popped off
with the snap and blush
you wish you didnt know
you swallowed a howl.
her only insistence
how could you
you should have stopped her.
at last
youre only okay with it.
**** off, man;
the sounds sting, screech.
fiending, seasoned
coughing up mistakes
and headaches
you should have eaten lunch
not imbibed it.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
at first
youre okay with it.
push off, men;
the grog swigs sweet.
swimming, seasick
sloshing from can
to canteen
you should have stayed on shore
not left it.
she saw your slurring
through white-tailed eyes.
her top popped off
with the crack and rush
you know.
you gulped it down.
our only resistance
residue from cans
coming in drops
we
should
not
have
done
that
leaving in puddles
soaking your socks
you should have peeled off the wet
not stand in it.
she saw your recanting
through chopped-onion eyes.
her thoughts popped off
with the snap and blush
you wish you didnt know
you swallowed a howl.
her only insistence
how could you
you should have stopped her.
at last
youre only okay with it.
**** off, man;
the sounds sting, screech.
fiending, seasoned
coughing up mistakes
and headaches
you should have eaten lunch
not imbibed it.
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