- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Drink, Drank, Drunk
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The last rays of the sun catches
water from the sprinkler
and they are diamond drops
flung onto my flip-flopped toes.
Ice cold, hard lemonade cools
the inside, fuzzes the brain
with a lot of lemon,
more sugar with too much vodka.
And none of that alcohol pop,
bastard Zima shite, I made this.
Hmmm, buzzz...
way too much vodka and it's all good.
Sitting here in this lawn chair
I can see the grass gets greener
on my side of the fence and that's all right.
- COMMENTS
Neonuroticover 10 years agoAuthorI remember this! Haha. Completely tore up.
Too damn cold for hard lemonades now.
