The Drunk Poet
- April 18, 2017
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The drunk poet
He sat with despair
In the round table of loneliness
Trying to appraise the face of sadness
His love for this world is lost!.
The solace in this Pacific space
With the company of the gracious maidens
Onus entwine his soul, of help be
Only the bartender not the DJ
The aural of this lies in the wine
Sorrow has visited through the back door.
Shots succeeded shots like an hungry glutton
Intoxicated with great lines of poetry
As every drop of the liquor reach his soul
I am the drunk poet
Drunk with poetry!
In the round table of loneliness
Trying to appraise the face of sadness
His love for this world is lost!.
The solace in this Pacific space
With the company of the gracious maidens
Onus entwine his soul, of help be
Only the bartender not the DJ
The aural of this lies in the wine
Sorrow has visited through the back door.
Shots succeeded shots like an hungry glutton
Intoxicated with great lines of poetry
As every drop of the liquor reach his soul
I am the drunk poet
Drunk with poetry!
Balogun David {drunk poet}
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