Poetry on adrenaline
30 May 2014 4 Comments
Tags: Poetry, Sarah Bankard
Like all good writers I’m a drinker;
Unlike the best ones I’m no drunk.
I might write thoughts, but I’m no thinker,
For every poet is a purebred punk.
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May 30, 2014 @ 11:04:00
Hei, long time 🙂
May 30, 2014 @ 18:32:58
Yes it’s been far too long since I posted a poem–I have to get back into a schedule. 🙂
Jun 04, 2014 @ 22:25:10
Oh, woe is me! I’m devastated by your description of writers. I think your poem is going to drive me to drink! 🙂
Jun 04, 2014 @ 23:34:48
Hey, I never specified what you have to drink 🙂 Whatever you drink, just stick with that. Your poetry is excellent!
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