We Drink From Bottle's Poem by sean north

We Drink From Bottle's



Is whatever's clever
whatever's dumb
i want some. How come.
.
.
.
When whatever's neat
really street
how incomplete. Tastes like meat.
.
.
.
If whatever shuts
those shut the F#cks Up's
we drink from bottles. Drunk from cups.

Monday, September 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: words
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A B Faniki 01 September 2019

An intresting piece. Thanks for sharing

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