Non-Erotic PoetrySouredWith at least two glasses of wine
He can bear each Sunday night
And meaningless work on Monday’s desk
For a figurative 50 cents
Until Good Friday’s Happy Hour
Stops the hamster’s race again
And Joe, his happy night happy friend,
Blends for him a whiskey sour.
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