Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
I feel the hair on my knuckle
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
I'm dancing like I juggle
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
Downed 3, let's make it a dozen
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
The room is like a bubble
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
My body starts to stumble
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
My ex wants to cuddle
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
Did my pants just unbuckle?
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
I put up a struggle
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
My mouth is muffled
Sip, Gulp, Guzzle
Boy am I puzzled
Sip,
Gulp,
Guzzle
I feel like I'm hit by a shovel
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Author:
Jordyn (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a personal poem about a short bit about what happened to me.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 37
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Comments2
I like your frenetic poem. Fun to read. Poetry should be exactly like this. Free and light. Love it
Very brave to write about it ...keep writing I hope it helps
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