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Click herePerhaps I'm just a bad reaction
to a psychotropic mushroom, Dude,
the nurse put in your stage four drip
after which the clock on the wall
decided to melt at midnight,
a good time to talk of our future
in Meredith, now a nervous wreck,
who after failing the rabbit test,
says she's really, really sorry
she ever dated Buzz, that schmuck,
or you're really drunk as a skunk
from the last of two measured fingers
after Shaunessey smuggled in
a fifth of Clontarf Single Malt
you thought might numb your esophagus
or perhaps I Am That I Am
you swore was a bad dream of Moses,
drinks before dinner five p. m.,
ten years ago, September fourth,
Willy-Nilly is here again.
could I think of a way for you to improve your poetry, GM. I just wanted to say I thoroughly enjoy the references you have in this one that for someone, in the future, might make them say, whut???
I thought they were brilliant, the rabbit test, two fingers poured, the mushrooms and especially loved the reference to the melted clock.
I wish I could take a trip through your mind. One of those dream walker trips where I get to plunder your thoughts. That would be so much fun!
To like it more. The "in Meredith" threw me but I jumped back on until the last stanza where I was left wandering in the dark. Still, sound even though I lost the feeling there at the end. But hey, maybe I'm just trippin' man.
GM, do I really have to leave a comment, outside of really, really liked
ok the patter is flawless, nice sonic triad schmuck.drunk.shunk
Buzz cracks me up.
better than a five, but that's all she wrote