Imbibe

Matt Bluck

A torture-soul speaks in riddles
And drinks with a smile
As another piddles.

The fat lady’s drunk
& On the fiddle
My six-fingered friend.

  • Author: Mutt Black (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 13th, 2018 01:25
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 7


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