by Liar
...sometimes you remind me that I need to "shit out my head". I often suffer Beat poet flashbacks, reading your stuff.
"the inner city leftovers
heading for a hung over
sunday morning"
Unless you have something clever to say...! This poem perfectly recapitulates the night.
Literally, actually. It's been a while since I've burst out laughing while reading. Thanks for that. :)
(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote)