Drunk on Love



liquid spirit pours
to lips caress, numbing pain
in bellies pot it rots
barley, oats, potato skins too
grapes off vines like black pearls shine
beaten and rolled to fit into a bottle of wine
the higher proof, smoothes so divine
it coats the tongue and draws out desire
filling the mind with courage and fire
goblets or glasses, stemmed or not
tumblers that are etched with slashes
cutting, diamond edges

nachos covered in cheese, chilli dogs are not really dogs
they’re a wiener of sorts but not the ones that dangle
like the hopes of Mrs. Robinson
so, here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…

may the sun shine brightest upon your face
reflecting eyes that gaze on your breasts
yes, globes of fire that stand as monuments
this of course all said with the utmost respect to women
glorious women, the prized, silver dollar some men flip
yes, some men, pigs that walk erect and not the erect that pleases women
those men that fill themselves to the gills and think they’re invincible

Drunk on Love

the love that is fed with liquor made by demons
the same fucking demons that live in these men
through the vile taste of darks spirit
consumed beyond repair as they drive away impaired

AntönyRös

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