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Midlife Vices | Poetry, Prose, Write and Compose

Midlife Vices

After years at the helm of a Grecian place /
Where daily I fed the human race /
I stepped out quick to quit the pace /
At which we served our garlic paste

Our Next Performer | Poetry, Prose, Write and Compose

Our Next Performer

The drunker I get,
the more I forget
the best thing around
is the feel of the ground.

It’s cool on my face.

Sober Tendencies | Poetry, Prose, Write and Compose

Sober Tendencies

Sobriety is a mother of a drug,
sitting alone and hoping there’ll soon be someone to hug.
A kiss would be nice,
but I’ll piss on some ice for that frost-brewed taste in a mug.

Taste Relief | Poetry, Prose, Write and Compose

Taste Relief

Oh,
times can be tough.
They can.

And times can be rough
on your hands
and knees.

That’s because times like these
rewind and repeat –

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