poetry, Uncategorized


It’s this little thing
Got me to really think
What water says to sinks
As they go down for a drink
My eyes twitch to blink
With lips painted in ink
How is it to tremble in synch?
Or play for a strumming rink
Heh, life must really stink
Gotta get them two to unlink
I may desperately need a shrink
I have to sever the interlink
My mind is starting to double think
I believe to have had one too many to drink
Not wanting to be in a psycho inc,
I continue painting my nails pink.



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