My Preaching Days Are Over Poem by Elena Plotkin
My Preaching Days Are Over
My preaching days are over,
my drinking days have just begun.
I don't want you to see me when I'm sober,
So take your sweet time coming over.
When you get here I'll pour you what's left of the bourbon,
and then you can light me a cuban.
If the bottle is emptied before I smoke my cigar,
you're going home without your car.
(C) 2020 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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5/2/2024 1:27:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such a nice poem, Elena Plotkin. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.