An Alcoholic Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
An Alcoholic
You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.
Is this a re-edit? I'd swear I'd seen it before. Or maybe I've been drinking too much and am seeing double.... Fun one. -chuck
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4/24/2024 9:20:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ten over ten well done