7337

Under false auspice and ulterior motive
laden and leaden with manifest destiny
rolling around in rum soaked insurrection
bottom of the barrel, back of the shelf
last calls and final rounds
float to the top, sink to the sky
dance your way into hell.

Liquored up and burdened with prophecy
gin-joint Jesus with electric hair
spilled the beans across the street
and what lurks within a man
bile, curses and spitting shame
please don’t recall my name
when the cloud clears and the waters recede
I find myself and lose the way.

“Who wants another Fireball?”

“What are you, a fucking level ten wizard?”

“Alright Scrunch, I think you’ve had enough.”

3 thoughts on “7337

  1. Again incredible flow. You are such a gifted writer . I know I’m always saying this but honestly your words are intelligent and yet carefree and just so brutally honest. You are someone who inspires me to continue improving my craft. You should try to be published honestly. Keep inspiring friend !

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