Drug Called Booze Poem by david gerardino

Drug Called Booze



DRUNKARD fiddlers fill your
legs with song, your body
shakes and tumbles then drops
to the floor.
BUT i digress,
BUT i digress
says the wind and moon,
for it wasnt my fought,
it was the devel, and that
drug called booze.

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