Open Poetry #18 |
Sippin’ |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Slo sippin’, The bottle ain’t quite empty Still a sip Passes lip Drips in a queasy belly, It’s not good Without food To be sippin’ on the mash, But it’s cheep And he’s meek, Just wallowing in the trash, Slo sippin’ Going slo to make it last. Gloom |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smilin'...I never could make it last tho! But yes, 'tis the weather for three fingers of gold! Enjoyed. |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Oh gloom, ummmmm never had mash, me thinks it is some kind of liquor. good creative write. floria |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Serenity It wasn’t Mist he was sipping, Of that I’m pretty sure, But in a brown bag it was hiding, It might have been his own cure. Thank you, strbbux, Sour Mash, whisky, bourbon, it was one of those types Of hard stuff. Glad you liked this. Gloom |
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Ethan Halo Senior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 793on the roof again |
i'm mor of the gin type, but this stuff sounds like it's good for killin braincells. and that's what ya need sometimes... i relate. a good write. *simplify* |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I don't sip no corn mash nor Cuervo or Bud Lite but if you've got a Diet Coke I'll be your friend tonight! Enjoyed your poem sir! |
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