The Poet With A Touch Of Dipsomania Poem by Allan James Saywell
The Poet With A Touch Of Dipsomania
When he awakes In the morning
There is often noises in the upper belfry
An infatuation with a twist of eccentricity
In his mornings work
His reason and inclination
To lose his senses
Also the overpowering urge
To rant rave, wander, run am0ck
While undergoing, addling of his wits
While looking rabid
Giddy with a wild bug eyed look
The only cure
Write another bloody poem
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