Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where my pants are?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalyst that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
Booze.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This reading on my YouTube channel is from an open mic I did via Zoom in Iowa City.
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Comments10
lol you just can't win! This is full of ironic humour for me. Kudos. 🌹
Lol, Thanks, sweet Teddy.
Excellent write
Thank you.
You're welcome
A great write that acknoleges the good in all things. In its dark humor you send a powerful message in most poetic form
Thank you, so much.
Ironic humour made out of a dark situation, cleverly done and enjoyed
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Booze can be a killer Thomas. I know two people who were alcoholics but have now been alcohol free, one for 9 years and the other for 13 years.
Andy
Yes it can be. I have 2 years sober.
Good write T.
Thank you.
One of your classics ! 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Thanks.
Another great poem, Thomas. The tone reminded me of Bukowski. Nicely done.
Thank you, my friend.
I know about the booze and the resentments and the fear. Been sober 5yrs nicely done
Thank you. I have 2 years sober, best life ever.
They expand your mind and nit your waistline...
Lol. Thanks.
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