The cardinal life, no regret,
Not one care to forget.
Spark it up, drink it down
Say goodbye to all your frowns
Reminisce in the abys
Of sexual compliment,
And with a kiss, and snakelike hiss,
Of obsessed relent.
I do declare, I’d stay for time.
With my red Merlo wine.
But instead i'll lurk.
And go to work.
Fixated all the while.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Nicely worded this poem flows like the wine itself
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