Drunken Playground Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

Drunken Playground



The stars look pretty from down here,
Lying on my side.

This chicken doesn't want to hold me,
I'm too heavy for playground rides.

I'm not a child anymore.
At least I try.

Especially
After Strawberry Daiquiris.

Thursday, January 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: drinking,youth
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