Drunken Poetry

i never tried before to write while pie-eyed in low light and drinking the biggest glass of shrinking spirits turned to gas and trying to rhyme a bottle of archers just in time with angry marchers round my head waving placards that say i should go to bed tomorrow is another day but its still…… Continue reading Drunken Poetry


Not quite destroyed More of a mellow blur Which is better really I suppose Though less Dramatic