When the tequila stings my throat
things start to happen,
repression flows
forth
like a cat walking on water,
quick & frantic
I tell stories,
tales about things
I keep under lock & key,
living brokenhearted.
Well, **** mysteries,
don't let them stay bottled up,
guzzle gin instead of Mezcal.
Holy cow true believer,
poke yourself with ******
to find out what is righteous,
remember Camelot.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
When the tequila stings my throat
things start to happen,
repression flows
forth
like a cat walking on water,
quick & frantic
I tell stories,
tales about things
I keep under lock & key,
living brokenhearted.
Well, **** mysteries,
don't let them stay bottled up,
guzzle gin instead of Mezcal.
Holy cow true believer,
poke yourself with ******
to find out what is righteous,
remember Camelot.
A character poem....I don't condone...just exploring the reasons.
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