Author: Bench


Six thirty
Too early
Yet hunger pangs
Force my eyes

What happened last night?
Fuzzy, my memory fails
Strewn clothes on the floor,
One not mine, smells like
Cheap cigar and beer.

A f***ing headache
And probably some disease
Are all that I've got
To show for this empty wallet
And stomach...


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CrYsTaL ( -- Wednesday, May 21 2003, 04:37 pm


Seems like one of those poems that take a lot of interpreting, good job! Those kind are one of my favorite types of poetry.
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