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Swiftly leaving |
I slip and fumble. Need some fluid Need fluidity, Tired lines chopping Stopping repeatedly. I’m so damn thirsty. My well is run dry. My waters stand stagnant My words leave in sigh, I look to Mountains, Expect to see moist For the clouds drip Like sink unfixed When I am out On a stroll. No where to go. But to look up, I see you Playing Guru But you’re dry too. There’s nothing left In our mouths That once fell As we felt We could feel. I pray for rain, Life’s unreal. |
What is moist And unfettered Where the tap Never dries. Where the blue Mountain Guru Can hang his head Wet tears cry? Order me ale, Life’s yet too pale For beloved scotch Like whisked sea. Moisten mouths with Dirty liquid, Flowing freely Charged Visa Hooker Lisa Drunk cowboys Wrestle plump toys Grabbing quick joys Slurring dumb ploys Missing beats I Lift my drink My Dried up life Can Only sink, Boys, One more round please. |